Really truly, no joking.
I felt like I was dying, honestly. Whether it was just my Fibromyalgia or ME or both, it really felt like the end.
Of course it wasn’t. I’m a male, we get worse pain than females as a payback for not having to give birth to anyone.
Turns out I had missed a dose of pain medication. But hand on heart I actually asked myself, “If this is the way I have to spend the rest of my life, I would rather not thanks.”
Not that I would ever give up either, it is just that I thought it, I didn’t actually do it. Obviously…or I would not be writing this.
So, now I know again (this has happened before) how sick my body really is and how strong my pain medication must be.
You see, I woke up at 11.15pm thinking it was about two or three in the morning, and my body felt like it was coming down with a bad case of the flu. This was very, very worrying because it is almost two years ago now that I went to my then GP and said; “I have really bad man-flu, I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck but I have no nasal symptoms.” His response that I couldn’t do anything but ride it out wasn’t totally reassuring, but also not unexpected.
That is when it all started, and it has been on a downward curve ever since.
Until what I hope was the bottom of the curve this morning.
Anyway, I took my 1.00am medication at 11.30pm because of how I was feeling, hoping to stop it before it got worse.
Well, it had news for me!
I then woke up just after 10am, which would normally be cause for celebration because I never sleep that long, except my body was in the worst pain than I can remember.
My wife (Angle of Mercy) came in, and I would like to say that it was because I calmly called out “Claudia, could you please come here for a moment”, but it was probably “Oooahhawwwhumpfurgle.”
My skin was on fire so she couldn’t touch me and I couldn’t move, which was not an auspicious beginning. I was lying as perfectly still as possible, because any movement meant something touching my skin (even my skin sensitive fabric night attire) making it feel as though someone was lightly cutting me with an incredibly sharp knife.
I will not repeat “worst pain ever.” Oops, sorry.
She was brilliant. Calm and caring like the incredibly loving person she is, she asked when was the last time I had taken any drugs. In an extremely croaky voice (because I was dying you see) I said I wasn’t sure. So she quietly made me do some calculations and I realised that I had not taken any of my medications for nearly twelve hours, when they should be taken every five hours.
Mmmmm. Even in my dying state I realised that was probably not ideal.
Claudia asked if I would like some iced coffee and pointed to a glass full of her delicious concoction on my bedside table. Yes she makes it herself because she is an Angel, please refer above.
I recoiled in terror because reaching for it would mean fabric moving against my skin and certain death (certainly more pain, if that was possible).
So she fixed me up with my medications, doing everything but take them for me she (did I mention that she is an Angel?). Half an hour later I started to feel my normal pain, not the death defying stuff, and after an hour I could actually get out of bed.
So now I know what my real illness feels like underneath all the symptom-attacking drugs I take, and it scared me – no, it terrified me!
Needless to say we went through my medication schedule again, increased the volume on all my alarms and checked my “stock” to make sure I had enough until my next doctors visit.
My wife saved me today. Just as she does every day, except she really saved me today.
This revolting episode possibly explains why I am still awake tonight at 1.30am, even though I feel so incedibly tired (real tired this time!).
So please, whatever you do, DO NOT FORGET TO TAKE YOUR MEDICATION!!