It has been somewhat of a difficult week. I have been dealing with what feels like some inflammation in my arms and pain levels have been high. It flared up on Sunday night and I spent most of Monday in utter frustration at my inability to do anything useful. Perhaps one thing I achieved was a renewed appreciation of the spoons analogy. I was completely exhausted by the end of Monday just from dealing with the pain.
Fortunately, the inflammation seems to have eased a bit every day and yesterday I was almost back to normal. It still tends to flare up a bit at night and whenever I shower, though, so I am doing my best to be careful.
The truth is that I've never been very good at taking care of my body; I tend to prefer living in my head. I guess that on some level I feel like I deserve the pain for not doing a better job of looking after myself. Healing--on all levels--seems like an overwhelming and long-term task.
Fortunately, the inflammation seems to have eased a bit every day and yesterday I was almost back to normal. It still tends to flare up a bit at night and whenever I shower, though, so I am doing my best to be careful.
The truth is that I've never been very good at taking care of my body; I tend to prefer living in my head. I guess that on some level I feel like I deserve the pain for not doing a better job of looking after myself. Healing--on all levels--seems like an overwhelming and long-term task.