It has been a funny couple of weeks. I’ve had new symptoms, new ailments or perhaps you could call them sensations. What ever label I give them, the outcome is still the same as always. Pain, lack of mobility and days of not being able to be touched. Someone simply touching my arm to comfort me is painful. My skin feels as though its covered in bruises. Those deep, dark bruises that make you yelp at the slightest bump. Then there are the areas on my body that any pressure, even from clothes that maybe a little tight such as waist bands on pants or sleeves on a top that is fitting, touching those areas makes me nauseous. I actually have shoved people away when they have touched these areas. A reaction I had no control over but a protective measure from the sudden pain.
My muscles feel like the turn themselves into knots. Usually in my neck, shoulders, back, buttocks and sometimes thighs. Last week for the first time ever this knotted muscle pain was in the muscles just above my ankles. It was the weirdest sensation to date. It made walking a struggle as my ankles couldn’t straighten. I walked for days with my ankles turned at wrong angles. I walked on the outer sides of my feet as I couldn’t stand with them flat on the ground. If you could call my slow little shuffle a walk at all.
My daughter remarked my feet looked weird, like they had been scolded in boiling water. They were red, puffy and the skin was shiny yet they were not as swollen as they have been previously. I could still wear my shoes which was a plus. The skin above my ankles was also red. Bending my feet felt like the bones had been broken and were still mending, as if every bend, every flex was cracking the newly mended bones. This whole ordeal lasted several days before it finally started to improve.
During this whole time the rest of my body cried out too. It cried out “don’t touch me”. It has been 7 days without a simple hug. 7 days without the kids being able to even bump me, hold my arm or touch me in any way. My poor cats cannot even sit on my knee for their much loved pats.
My son made me smile though and reminded me that this won’t last forever. In a few days, a few weeks at most I’ll be able to be hugged again but until then I have an inner strength that keeps me going, keeps me smiling. The knowledge that eventually the biggest hug of all is coming my way keeps me pushing on every single day. The thought of that gentle comforting touch of someones hand upon my arm reminds me not all is lost. Its just another hurdle I must jump in the relentless battle with Fibromyalgia.
This Brosh Pain Scale made my day though so I had to share it. So much better than the traditional pain scale doctors use. I might take this into my next appointment to give my Doc a laugh.
0: Hi. I am not experiencing any pain at all. I don’t know why I’m even here.
1: I am completely unsure whether I am experiencing pain or itching, or maybe I just have a bad taste in my mouth.
2: I probably just need a Band Aid.
3: This is distressing. I don’t want this to be happening to me at all.
4: My pain is not f—ing around.
5: Why is this happening to me??
6: Ow. Okay, my pain is super legit now.
7: I see Jesus coming for me and I’m scared.
8: I am experiencing a disturbing amount of pain. I might actually be dying. Please help.
9: I am almost definitely dying.
10: I am actively being mauled by a bear.
11: Blood is going to explode out of my face at any moment.
Too Serious For Numbers: I probably have Ebola. It appears that I may also be suffering from Stigmata and/or pinkeye.