Last time I published a post, I wrote about recently being diagnosed with fibromyalgia. Before that, I tried to find out what was wrong through the usual method of self-diagnosis: search engines. To tell you the truth, I’m not any happier to be able to put a name to it, especially since there isn’t much known anyway. Now I’m digging through the entire library of the Internet (which is, of course, absolutely huge) to find information. Continue reading
I’m a work at home single mom, living in a house with six other family members. Although I try to think of my family, I’ll have to admit, I’m often stuck in my own problems, thought processes, work and so on. After two days with nerve spasms shooting up my neck and a full day of work, today was one of those days.
Last night, I’d been walking around with my hand on the back of my neck, trying to calm the pain, when I walked through my bedroom. My six-year-old daughter stuck her arms up from her bed, wanting a hug.
“Are you alright?” I asked. She nodded into my shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
“I dreamed your neck hurt,” she said, pulling back and patting my cheek. Her lip trembled. “I love you, mommy.” Continue reading