I'll try to write up how my Christmas went later -- for now I'll just say that it was a mix of stress and joy and irritation and pleasure and challenges and family, and that thanks to certain organic compounds I managed to get to it.
Yesterday I didn't hurt as much as I thought I would; I was just very tired.
Today, it [expletive]ing hurts. So badly that I really wasn't all that certain about making it back across the street after moving my car to avoid a street-cleaning-day ticket. It must be "just the fibromyalgia" because I'm pretty sure I didn't sprain a muscle in my back in my sleep or wreck my thigh rolling over. My shoulder, well who knows?
Being able to get to family festivities on Sunday despite not having a very good day physically required a lot of pain meds. So although I made it through yesterday with nothing more than an antihistamine and a proton pump inhibitor, today I still have a strong "eww, not more drugs already" feeling opposite the "but damn, this hurts".
Time to re-evaluate the urgency of various items on my to-do list. And to see whether I can un-knot any of the especially painful bits with a hot shower.
And I'm pretty sure my mother still doesn't comprehend my pain situation. (I also got to hear her parrot anti-Canadian-drug FUD. Whee.)
Anyhow, I managed not to miss Christmas, at least.
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*sigh* FUD
If I were a real conspiracy theorist, I'd suggest that the machinations behind that have a lot to do with the ethos in the US which seeks to restrict any and all forms of birth control, especially the convenient ones, and also to a disease industry that makes a lot of money off of people with the "discretionary income" (in one sense or another) to be on a drug which requires frequent doctor's visits and aggressive monitoring.
Oh, PS...