Today my pain level is resting at a 3!
The pain scale is often misleading, especially if you have chronic pain as I do. My 10 is not an average person’s 10. The Husband and I tried to figure out the equivalent of what the numbers would be, but gave up when an emergency room nurse looked at us once and went pale in thinking of the number I had given her. So, I try to keep with the pain scale the rest of the world uses, but when it gets into the levels of chronic hell, well, I up the numbers. So far this has worked well when visiting doctors and emergency rooms.
Today, though, is a day of celebration because the pain, for the first time in months, is below a 5! When a 5 becomes the normal level of pain, instead of a 3, well, you know things aren’t well with you. Now the pain is below the 5 and resting comfortably at a 3 there is suddenly so much more energy to play with I simply don’t know what to do with myself! I want to write, read, go shopping, sit in the sun, go down-town to the library, play with the dogs, walk the dogs, and a thousand other things I have been unable to do for so long I think I know how a chihuahua feels when it is doing its machine gun barking! I want to do EVERYthing!
I can’t. Of course. Even though I am feeling fantastic, I must choose carefully what must happen today because over-moving, over-doing makes everything worse. I am tired of feeling “worse” I am ready for “better” and “good” and “wonderful”! Since the one thing that has always made me happy is writing, that is what I am doing today. I am writing. I am plotting. I am looking into the different lives of the characters that make up WHRT and I am enjoying them to the utmost depths.
Today I am not going to care how many words I get down or whether they will have to be edited out later. I am just enjoying the simple act of creating and writing.
I hope all of you, or as many of you as can, has such a wonderful day as I am having now.