Sweet Life in the City

I am doing much better today, but I am sorry to report that it got worse before it got better. Despite the rain yesterday I woke up and felt a little bit better. I attribute that to the many prayers that were said on behalf of me. I got to school and that really does cheer me up. I love my little class! I had my pity party and I was ready to move on. At lunch I was heating up some soup that I had made the night before and I took it out of the microwave and I am not sure what happened, but the next thing I knew I had soup all over the front of my shirt and red welts were beginning to form on my wrist where soup has burned me. One of the teachers came up behind me and thought I had spilled some on the floor but soon discovered that I had made a bigger mess of the soup and myself. I was shaking and trying with all my might not to burst into tears. I went into the bathroom, but it was obvious that I was going to go home and change. I was trying to process what had happened and it was like ...

Okay. So life has been hard these past few weeks. Well, maybe not life in general, but I have been having a rough time. So, I am choosing to have myself a little pity party. If you would like to join me, keep reading. I do not talk much about my fibromyalgia. One, I do not like to complain and I feel like I am just a big complainer when I do talk about it. Two, the truth is that if you do not have it you cannot fully wrap your mind or sympathy around the pain I feel every day of my life. Over the past two years I really have learned to live with it. My husband and kids would see a glimpse of my pain, but I even tried to hide it from them. I really struggle with letting people know my own hurt and pain. Almost a year ago I was finally diagnosed and was able to get a mild relief from the intense pain. Of course the first few medicines work for a few months but then I was changed to a more powerful medicine. Well, about a month ago my pain has returned at full force. I was scheduled to go...