The ganglion cyst in my wrist isn’t as big as it ever as been but it’s big enough. It’s causing pain that can radiate all the way up to my shoulder. The pain generally hangs out around my wrist and the two lower joints of my thumb. If I try to carry the baby without some sort of wrist support it radiates out to the elbow. I really need to talk to the doctor about it. We go tomorrow for my spouse, maybe I can get in too.
I’m averaging two canker (or mouth) sores a month right now. This works out to at least two weeks of random excruciating pain. They don’t hurt all the time but if I hit them just right it’s awful. The most recent one is in the middle of my tongue which is a much better spot then it usually is, on the tip of my tongue. I can usually trace the irritation
Fibro pain: 9
Arthritis Pain: 6
PROFANITY UNDER THE CUT!
I feel like death. It’s a long story. I’ll tell you all about it eventually, until then, just bear with me here.
I’m back!! Or I will be anyways. I reinstalled the WordPress app on my phone and it is working again! Whoohoo!
Saving for later perusal.
There’s no time like the new year to create a NEW YOU after narcissistic abuse.
With all the confusion and depression a thing of the past, we’ve got so much time and bandwidth available to us, we can have trouble knowing where to start setting goals or to decide what it is we truly want. Finally, many of us haven’t believed ourselves worthy of focus and have thus always put our desires last to everyone else in our lives; especially narcissists.
Let’s take a look at the areas of our lives we can explore when considering goals pertinent to our abusive experiences with a narcissist:
What areas above have suffered?
What areas have you neglected in order to take care of others but need to focus on now?
What area causes you the most stress and upset?
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I have Fibro not CFS but this totally describes my brain when things get bad.
A couple of weeks ago, I lost my head. It happens sometimes.
I call it spaghetti brain, and it happens when I’m in a crash or when I’ve overdone it somehow. My body gives out, and then my mind follows suit. I had a stressful few weeks and my mental agility dulled until I could hardly say my own name without stumbling over it. It’s difficult to explain, but when these cognitive issues flare up, trying to think and speak makes me feel like a car with the gas and the break petals pressed to the floor at the same time. My thoughts come fast but fragmented, my words emerge slow and tumble over each other, and half the time the wrong words come out altogether. My brain feels like it’s on fire, and so many times I’ve had to just sit in a dark quiet room to cool it down…
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