Pain

March 21, 2018

I have chronic joint issues, and this past weekend I went to the museum and was on my feet for probably 7 hours, and I managed to do something squirrelly to my back, so it’s hurting a lot. I worked 2 hours on Monday and had to go home and lay down for the rest of the day. I worked 7 hours yesterday and I got home and curled up in a ball and cried and napped for an hour because my back pain was at an 8 and my headache was sitting at a 5. Then I tried not to move or move wrong for the rest of the day. I made dinner, but I couldn’t talk myself into getting in the shower until 11:50.

I’m not working today because my job is part time and it’s my birthday, and I’m still doing the math on going to hang out with a friend because it will probably involve a lot of standing.

For me, this is a particularly bad week, and I’m still pushing thru it more than I should. For some people, this is a good week. For some, it’s an impossible week.

Chronic illness, mental or physical, limits the hell out of your ability to function in the world. It makes every single task something heavy and something that has to be factored into a cost-benefit analysis of living your life.