I sleep a lot. It’s not an exaggeration to say that if I’m not absolutely required to be somewhere or doing something, I’m either sleeping or wishing I could be. I don’t discriminate, either. I can fall asleep just about anywhere and at any time…with the occasional exception of in my bed at 3:30 AM on a weeknight, apparently. I blame “painsomnia.”
Welcome to the sick joke that is a fibromyalgia flare: I’m hurting too much to sleep tonight, and I’ll be hurting more tomorrow because I didn’t get enough sleep.
In general, the more sleep I get, the less likely it is that I’m going to run into unexpected pain. Just about any stress on my body kicks my pain levels up a notch, so a tight deadline, a cold, a big change in weather, dehydration, or a lack of rest are all good ways to knock me off my feet. I sleep as much as I can because I’m always either recovering from the permanent flu that is fibromyalgia or trying to save myself from future discomfort.
I’m on my third hour of just hanging out in the dark, shifting every thirty seconds or so when a different muscle or joint becomes too painful to ignore. Body parts I never even think about, like my toenails and my tailbone, suddenly demand my attention.
I took an OTC pain reliever about an hour ago, and it helped with my headache but barely took the edge off anywhere else. Hating it.