Let's Get Caught Up, Again

 For the first time in over a month, my brain feels clear. That's fibro for you. Can't think for days and then it's like you've been through a colon cleanse in your head. 

I know, it sounds gross. However, the sensation of having all the gunk flushed out of your brain is amazing.

Now I just have to get stuff done. Well, if the clarity lasts. I haven't written in over a week, except for brief scenes. It's worrying me. I want this first draft of the second book done. Yesterday. 

I'm up late because I have not taken my medication they gave me to help me sleep. Why? Because I think it is conflicting with another medication I'm taking and leaving me with brain fog. Tonight, the fog cleared, and that's rather weird how it did that. I've been tired until about eight o'clock. If I had taken the pill, I'd already be in bed and asleep. I need to sleep. But natural sleep. 

I've been walking since last October, hurt myself by overdoing it, went to PT and started back in February. I'm up to 1.6 miles as of Tuesday. But the fatigue and fog were really giving me a hard time. I was fine while walking, but once done, I really wanted to lie down. This week, it seemed worse. So, I stopped taking that medication.

Now we wait and see. I should know for sure by the weekend. The bad news is, it has been helping with some of the pain I've been having because of the pinched nerve. 

Lord help me, I hate this mess. I have the nerve conduction test in two weeks. That will be so thrilling. Electrifying. I will become a test dummy for the zombie line. They'll stick pins in my spine, neck, and arms and zap them with electricity to see if I react. Not sure what is appropriate, but it will certainly jolt me. The goal is to trace the nerve's restriction. 

Lately, I'm just tired of all the stress from never knowing what will affect me and how. Medicines that cause side effects or neural functions that suddenly go haywire for no apparent reason except I opened the fridge or turned on the faucet. (Analogies).  Or cramps in the middle of the night. Although since I switched to magnesium malate, they've stopped. Thank God for that. Now I get cramps from the carpel tunnel brought on by 50 years of computer work and writing. 

I've had wonderful times in my life, but I really could have done without the penalties. 

So, I'm headed off to the land of Nod. If you know, you know. If you don't know, you can ask me.

Rundown of the Weekend

 The leg is better. Have I told you about the leg? 

My lower back (SI joint) has flared up. I overdid it at the gym one week and walked the next week. Felt good at the time, but I did too much. Results were an inflamed SI joint and bursitis in my left leg, flaring all the way to my knee.

They started PT last Friday. It helped a great deal. For a couple of days, the pain was so much better. It came back, but not as bad. Today I'm wearing my diclofenac patch. That actually seems to help the most, but I have trouble keeping it on my back. It isn't glue but a kind of foamy, sticky substance that thins over 12 hours. Hits the pain hard, and I feel good if it stays where I put it. But it slides around. 

I will have PT twice a week for about six weeks. They used a TENS unit, and that was amazing. 

Writing has kind of stopped with this latest pain but I think tonight I'll start back up. Or tomorrow if I am too tired. 

I'm not sleeping well most nights. Either too worried, too upset, or too excited. My brain just doesn't shut off. One night I spent all night writing in my sleep! It wasn't a deep sleep, and I kept waking up. I considered getting up and writing. But I was so tired. 

I think I am going to plan a trip home. I need to go. And it would get me out of my head for a bit. Mike goes to Indy for an appointment with the neurosurgeon to get his brain disease checked for treatment. We know there's only one treatment at this point. But we need to know his status. Maybe when I get back, I can head home. 

Planning on getting rid of at least one cat. I simply can't cope with three anymore. Also, I may get rid of the second one. I love her, but again, I'm at my limit. And I want to get away more. Of course, Jet is not going anywhere. I think he's too attached and wouldn't do well if he were re-homed. Besides, I talk to him a lot. I actually talk to them all. And they try to answer back. 

Reading four books at the moment. I haven't done that in a while. Mostly because I had been reading a book a day since November. Once I began writing, I couldn't read a book a day. It took three days. So, I finished one yesterday and began two today. There are two others I was already reading. And yes, I can keep up with them. 

For now, I'm headed to the shower.