Fibromyalgia Fog Journal


Friday, March 18, 2005

My Day 3-17-05

Went to the doctor for my arm today. (See My Day 3-16-05.) My arm is as good as it is going to get. The good news is this means no more physical therapy, which can be quite painful. The bad news is I will miss everybody. I do not get to socialize much. PT and doctor visits are the only time I see other people.

Pain: Ranged from moderate(6) to disabling(9).
  • Muscle pain mainly in in legs and arms.
  • Sight and hearing. Spent most of the day wearing sunglasses and ear plugs.
  • Some TN.
Cognitive: Very dizzy, queasy, woozy, spacial issues, overly sensitive to light and sound, cannot talk, one word sentences and set myself on fire.

Energy: Could not keep my eyes open after noon. Took a three hour nap and still had a hard time arising.

Depression: Cannot talk, cannot follow conversations, no more PT, sunglasses & ear plugs and to top it all off I set myself on fire.

"Deeds, not words shall speak me."
John Fletcher (1579 - 1625)


  • We work like a horse.
    We eat like a pig.
    We like to play chicken.
    You can get someone's goat.
    We can be as slippery as a snake.
    We get dog tired.
    We can be as quiet as a mouse.
    We can be as quick as a cat.
    Some of us are as strong as an ox.
    People try to buffalo others.
    Some are as ugly as a toad.
    We can be as gentle as a lamb.
    Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
    Some of us drink like a fish.
    We can be as proud as a peacock.
    A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
    You can get a frog in your throat.
    We can be a lone wolf.
    But I'm having a whale of a time!

    You have a riveting web log
    and undoubtedly must have
    atypical & quiescent potential
    for your intended readership.
    May I suggest that you do
    everything in your power to
    honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
    Designer/Architect as well
    as your revering audience.
    As soon as we acknowledge
    this Supreme Designer/Architect,
    Who has erected the beauteous
    fabric of the universe, our minds
    must necessarily be ravished with
    wonder at this infinate goodness,
    wisdom and power.

    Please remember to never
    restrict anyone's opportunities
    for ascertaining uninterrupted
    existence for their quintessence.

    There is a time for everything,
    a season for every activity
    under heaven. A time to be
    born and a time to die. A
    time to plant and a time to
    harvest. A time to kill and
    a time to heal. A time to
    tear down and a time to
    rebuild. A time to cry and
    a time to laugh. A time to
    grieve and a time to dance.
    A time to scatter stones
    and a time to gather stones.
    A time to embrace and a
    time to turn away. A time to
    search and a time to lose.
    A time to keep and a time to
    throw away. A time to tear
    and a time to mend. A time
    to be quiet and a time to
    speak up. A time to love
    and a time to hate. A time
    for war and a time for peace.

    Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
    Dr. Howdy

    'Thought & Humor'

    P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
    that the common culture of my youth
    is gone for good. It was hollowed out
    by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
    then splintered beyond hope of repair
    by the emergence of the web-based
    technologies that so maximized and
    facilitated cultural choice as to make
    the broad-based offerings of the old
    mass media look bland and unchallenging
    by comparison."

    By Blogger 'Thought & Humor', at 9:46 PM  

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