This has been a wierd week. The nerve blocks helped. Pain is lower.
BUT. . . .
I feel terrible. Irritable bowel syndrome is going through it's cycles. Super fatigue. No energy whatsoever. No sleep in 8 days. Other than Monday at the hospital for nerve blocks and a quick trip to the market for food, I've spent the week in bed. (Along with those trips to the bathroom, of course.)
My hair and skin are lifeless. My mouth feels like it is full of cotton.
I cannot really think. Even my favorite books--the ones I save to re-read in times of flares cannot keep me distracted.
Honestly, I haven't felt like this with EVERYTHING going wrong at once since 2000. And of course, I look like I'm half dead.
Which hubby was more than happy to tell me! Of course.
The brain fog is really bad. I'm also dizzy when I stand up, so I do it slowly--probably postural hypotension. And all the while my mind is racing but making no sense, not following a conscious thread, if you know what I mean. It's like channel-surfing on the TV without getting interested in anything.
This usually means migranes for me. They start soft and small with undecernable thumps that get stronger and louder with each heartbeat until they are POUND. . .POUND. . . POUND. . . POUND. . . . No visual disturbances, just the pounding of blood in my head. They hurt! They really hurt.
So, if I don't get to post for a day or two, you'll know it's the migranes.
Or maybe the IBS. Or maybe the fibrofog. Or, wait, I may have jumped onto my broomstick and flown away like all the other hags!
BetteK