Day 9 of the worst flare of my life
I have never had a flare like this. I've had fibro for fifteen years. I am in agony. I've never had a flare last more than three days, and most last only one. I'm finishing up day nine. I have been in bed for the most part for nine days.
I called my mum today and whined at her for two hours. I went to the doctor yesterday. I had to see the np because my doctor wasn't in. I don't like the np much, but I decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. She raised my lyrica and my citalopram, and when I asked what I was supposed to do while I'm waiting for that to kick in, she said "Just keep doing what you're doing, I guess."
Um, okay... If what I was doing was working, I wouldn't be here...
I'm having ice pick headaches, my skin burns, my muscles burn, my joints feel too heavy to move, my hands hurt, and my brain doesn't work.
I'm very frustrated and I feel terrible for my husband, who busts ass at work all day, and then has to come home and do what I haven't been able to.
I don't know what I'm looking for here, but I need something. Maybe I just need someone to understand.