An evening of rest after wrestling with this blog!

After the back and forth of the design and image I wanted to portray in this blog, stick a fork in me, I'm DONE!

These colors are favorites, there is a calming little "gadget", the room I featured in my favorite colors of greens, pinks, lavenders, rose, and black, is my dream room.  If I could only convert that into my bedroom right now, I very happy Dame I would be.

On to the meat 'n 'taters of this blog:

Pain Scale of 1-10: 7.4  Remember that this is relative. I can sustain a 7.4 while most would be screaming for 911 to be called.  Why?  Well, I've been getting used to this for years now, and while I still have moments of agony that will not be abated by anything other than medication and sleep, my pain tolerance is pretty high.  I still don't think I could give birth without drugs though.  You women that do that are amazing...truly!

Mood: Very angry, and I can't figure out why.  I mean I CAN sit here and pick it all apart, but that would piss me off even more.  SO, yeah...really pissed off at the world and no outlet.  I NEED mindless myself.

Headway: Not at this point.  Coughing up blood last night, but "seems" to be an older tear from a horrific coughing fit I had a while back.  I'll spare you the details.  MD on call was a patronizing dick head, but what's new.

Sleep: With the amount of Valium and Morphine and Muscle Relaxers, yeah, I'm sleeping.  A Lot.

Interesting Information:  There is now a rather large debate as to whether Fibromyalgia and the pain that comes with it, is an Auto-Immune disease.  In my eyes (no medical school whatsoever) it just seems to fit all the other markers of almost every other auto-immune disease.  I'm highly interested in how this one plays out.  Multiple Sclerosis was NOT considered an auto-immune disease not too many years ago.

Final thought.  This web page may be updated daily, weekly, bi-weekly, or when some major breakthrough or info has come to light.  When that happens, I'll just put out the words "Una Alert" in the subject line of your email, and on my face book page.  This prevents you from having to ask, me having to explain over and over, and possible bring a lot of us closer together over the shared interest of me getting "The Me of Yore" back, or settled into a new me.  Simply existing in this kind of pain while exhausted, battered, and bruised physically, mentally, and *gasp* psychologically whilst trying to deny it, is no longer going to work for me or my beloved Shweetie, in ANY capacity.

My Love and Gentle Hugs to You All,
Una
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