The last person to comment on my previous post, Liz of This Full House, mentioned taking baby steps towards recovery. I’ve never viewed my recoveries, meaning coming out of a flare-up, as baby steps, but that is just what they are.
I have been in chronic pain, whether it was from Rheumatoid Arthritis, Lupus, Fibromyalgia or God knows what else, for over a year and a half now. When you are sick for that long it is hard to see any sign of improvement, or you just may not have any. But lately, I have begun to notice some improvements. Dare to dream?
For a while now, I have noticed that I am not as foggy when I wake up in the morning. I seem to be more alert. Even though when allowed I am still sleeping pretty late in the morning (11:00 a.m.), I am no longer dragging myself out of bed at noon, nor do I need anyone else like Grant to drag me. Although if he would learn to make coffee I would be very happy!
For about five days now, my hot flashes have been me merely just being hot, not the kind of hot that makes you want to take your clothes off or jump into a shower even though you had one five minutes ago. It feels so good not to have hot flashes!
And the biggest thing happened yesterday. For the first time in over a year that I have been taking narcotics, I only needed to take two Percocets instead of my usual four for my “breakthrough” pain. This was huge for me because last night was Tyler’s daycare’s birthday party and it was raining and really hard to get through, although still fun for all three of us.
So today I had to take my usual four Percocets, so what? Baby steps, right?
Thinking positive that “Mother May I”, soon be allowed to take one giant step to better health!