......and legs, and hands, and shoulders, and hips, and...well, you get the idea! The weather here has been very cold and damp for the past week or so, which is never a good thing for my fibromyalgia. Add to that the changes in my schedule and activities this past week, and you have a perfect recipe for a truly (physically) miserable Steph.
One extra little quirk that my body's developed is muscle spasms in my middle back. This started while we were in Germany, I think in response to stress and board-like mattresses, and it's continued to plague me since we returned. If I'm unusually tired, stressed, etc., I can pretty much count on my back cramping up. Sometimes just taking some ibuprofen and going to bed will relax me enough to take care of things. Other times, well - other times that doesn't work, and then I get really grouchy.
Why am I sharing this? I don't really know, other than the fact that trying to form coherent sentences helps keep my mind off the discomfort. And believe me, forming coherent sentences right now is quite an accomplishment, given my level of tiredness. Jon laughed at me this evening at the supper table because I called one of the boys (the ones we're babysitting) by the wrong name - and it wasn't even his brother's name, just something totally random. Then I had to stop and think to remember what the poor kid's name really is! The munchkins have been fun, but I'm ready to sleep in for a few days now. They go home tomorrow, and I've already told my family that Sunday I'm going to church and then going to bed. Period. The sky can fall if it wants to, just don't wake me up to tell me about it, okay? Okay.
And now I'm going to take some ibuprofen and a rice bag and go to bed. Good night, world.