I have pretty much cleared my diary for this week. I have things to do but no pressing appointments I have to go to. This is almost more scary than having a full diary. I think it will be good for my health and my writing productivity but it is so tempting to fill that void and get busy doing nothing with ‘stuff’.
Yesterday, my brain and body were fighting each other. The fibro was screaming at me to go to sleep and rest. It is a horrible feeling but whether I was right or not, I pushed through and put in a swim. I am up to 50 lengths of which I swim for 30 of them and run (I use the term loosely) for the other 20. This is a huge increase for me and I can’t say it is all pain free but generally, I think it is helping towards me feeling better for longer than I was before I increased the duration of my time in the pool. The 20 minutes in the sauna also help, both mentally and physically.
I have various appointments with medics coming up over the next couple of months. Some of these have already been rearranged to later dates, the steroid injection for my shoulder, for example. But you never know, I might get on to the actual waiting list, rather than the pre-waiting list, for a pain management course I was referred to last June. I have to go to an assessment towards the end of this month to see whether the course will be beneficial for me despite the fact I was referred by pain management specialist nurse. I think I may be able to teach it by the time I attend! I wonder if the people who administrate these things had to live with the same level of pain I do, they would be quite so condescending when they explain that I should be grateful they are considering me at all?
Moan over.