What a title, right?! That's how my day's gone so far though. My husband has been bugging me to make salisbury steak with homemade gravy, so I thought "Well, I'm actually up early enough to get it in the crock pot in time to be done for supper tonight...and it is Valentine's Day" so I went and made it. On Sunday, he did a couple loads of laundry for me, but it was all sitting in baskets so I decided that after I sat and let the spasms in my back stop, that I'd fold it. So I did. Between cooking and folding the laundry, I knew that my back and neck pain wasn't going to stop on it's own, so I downed an Ultram.
Ultram doesn't completely take my pain away, but it does usually help it by 50-70%. I'm just sitting here waiting on it to kick in, and hoping that today's a day that it will help. It makes me sad that doing even the simplist of things such as cooking a favorite meal for my husband, has become such a sacrifice. It's really not fair to my family. -And it's not fair to me either because as much as I detest doing dishes, I absolutely love to cook. The joy of cooking has been stole from me, by the evil grips of pain & fatigue. Welcome to a life with Fibromyalgia.