I’m too tired to write out all the things I need to but wanted to check in. I’ve waited far too long to take my second dose of painkillers and my brain is mush. I know better than to push back drug times just because I’m feeling okay. Today was a rough day mentally. Physically I’m mostly exhausted. Except for the last hour where the pulse of pain throbbing along my nerves has steadily increased. I’ve realized I’m lumping all my pain together again so in the future I will be changing the format of my posts to clarify things a bit. The child needs to go to bed too, it’s actually past his bed time. I’m too sore and tired to move.
Fuck you Fibromyalgia. And fuck you shitty economy that forces me to work. And fuck you arthritis while I’m at it.
A lot of changes are coming. Hopefully it will all work out and I will feel a bit better and will have more time to write and such.
Much love. 💜🙏🏻
My late wife Marcy liked to describe herself as a ‘kick-ass community organizer’. We met doing the work of speaking up for social justice and progressive values in rural Oregon, where Marcy founded the Rural Organizing Project. Here’s how I would compare us: If I was a pretty good basketball player in neighborhood pick-up games, […]
Pain levels have been around the 12-14 level for three days. Can’t afford NOT to work. I REALLY need to get school organized. I’ve been on the verge of tears for three days. My New Years resolution to quit while ahead and stop smoking after about a week has failed. I’m still only smoking four or five a day, which compared to my previous level of AT LEAST a pack is pretty good. I know in the long run it’s not helping but it’s that or I literally break things, and lose my shit. Like hysterics. I have a job to go to, a family(myself included) to take care of, I don’t have the luxery of losing my shit right now. Although I’m sure it’s not helping in the trying to conceive department. Speaking of work, off I go. Much love. 💜