Monsoon Pain

It’s 4:30 a.m. and I’ve hardly slept all night.  It’s monsoon season in Southern Arizona and for me personally, that means flareup-hell.  I would have to say that summer is my worst fibro season of the four.  I despise the heat with a passion and anything over 85 degrees is my enemy.  My  hypotension gets worse, my whole body swells up and every inch of me hurts.   Bears hibernate in the winter, I hibernate in the summer and rarely go outside of my front door.  Why live here?  Trust me, if I could live someplace else I would but financially that kind of move is not in the cards.

It is painful even typing in my blog but hey, I’m just hoping and waiting to see if the pain medicine I took will work or not.  That is a crap shoot, waiting to see if the pain meds work because 80% of the time they do not so for the most part I don’t try.  However, my pain levels are through the roof so I had to give it a shot.

I find it crazy that the weather effects how your body feels.  I’ve had my patients tell me or hear other people in general who have had bone injuries, arthritis etc. say they were a human weather vanes.  They could feel pain or stiffness in their bodies when the weather would change long before any weatherman gave warnings.  Boy, they were not kidding!  So, hey, if you want to know what the weather is like, we tend to be more accurate than a meteorologist lol.  So,  the next 3 months will be a bumpy ride of pain and exhaustion higher than normal for me.

A bit of Tucson monsoon history:

I have lived in Tucson for 20 years now and the monsoon season was something I looked forward too with a passion.  I LOVE thunder and lightening and to hear the deep  rumbling sounds through the sky and then the scent of rain upon the air and then BANG the deafening crack of thunder and lightening will come and out of  no where the rain would pour was a rush!  It used to be you could literally set your watch for around 4:15-4:30pm and you knew the monsoon was about to begin and made sure you were not driving on the road at the time lol.  The skies would swirl with deep black clouds and the rumbling would get louder and the sweet release of rain would come and drop our horrid high temperatures down 20 degrees instantly.    Monsoons are nothing to play around with however, they cause severe damage and fatalities.

Sadly, over the past 10 years I’ve watched our monsoon seasons just become hot,  humid with high barometric pressure with very little blessed rain.  Okay spitting is not rain and getting a few minutes of that only makes the humidity worse.  Since Tucson is so built up now storms and rain will have a tendency to flow past the concreted areas and head for open land.  The land draws the rain, concrete buildings do not.  They say the biggest culprit is El Nino and that is what has been keeping the monsoons away.  Well this year they say El Nino is “behaving” and we will see our monsoons again.  Well, this weekend was supposed to be our first “real monsoon” with lots of rain…ya ummmm not so much.  No rain, not a drop.  I did hear some got a wee bit but as a general rule, no.

Even though this season causes me pain I long for rain, rain, rain to at least bring some relief to this awful heat.

Okay well, that’s all I have to say about that.

Have a pain free day,

Moving Day With Fibro

Moving to a new home is stressful under any circumstances for a healthy person and I truly do not think there’s anyone who “likes or loves to move”.  Well, at least I’ve yet to meet someone that does, until then that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.   However, I will state for the record that I HATE (and I don’t like to use that word) moving!  I tell my friends whom I adore that if you ever need help moving please don’t count on me to help.  Hey, I’m honest.

Now, with having Fibro, moving terrifies me.  Why?  Because I KNOW the outcome will be days laid out on the couch with screaming pain.  My husband Rick and I just had to move due to a traumatic experience that caused us to have to move from our apartment.  When we moved to our apartment originally we swore we would not do it again for years but due to the event that was experienced, we had to.  So, this past week we did just that.

This time we decided to hire a moving company to come and take care of the huge bulk of the move and hire cleaners to go into the old place so we didn’t have to.   It was well worth the price. See, my husband too has his own issue of polycythemia and his job is highly, physically demanding and he didn’t want to move our home either.  Can’t say as I blame him one bit and in fact I was worried about him even attempting it on his own.

However, even with having movers and cleaners I still did  a lot.  There is still unpacking to do, getting everything put in it’s place, pictures hung etc.  We are on day 3 of our move and I hurt so bad I could cry.  Okay, actually I have cried, even screamed on a couple of occasions.  I haven’t even been dressed in real clothes since we moved into this new place.  The thought of getting dressed alone was enough to make me fall over.

I used to be so OCD with getting things put away as fast as possible and everything in it’s place.  Ya, well ok, whatever, and can I just say NOT SO MUCH. I’ve learned that those boxes will get unpacked just not at the pace I would love to have them taken care of.  They will get there and things will be in place, just a bit slower.  FM over the years is teaching me patience about what is and is not as important as what I once thought was.

So, now as I lay on the couch with my ever trusty lap top, licking my ‘wounds’ I just have to take it one day at a time, a little at a time and rest a lot and HOPE they pain subsides soon…like yesterday soon lol.