My body is in revolt today. I'm not sure what it's revolting against today, but many parts of it are screaming at me, much like protesters chanting for a cause.
It's easy to blame the weather; the cold sinks deep into my bones. But I don't think that's the only reason. I mean, I know the headache is from the weather, but the rest of me, I'm not so sure.
I hurt. A lot. All over. Which is really unusual for me to hurt all over. I took some ibuprofen, so we'll see if that makes a difference. If it's from the MS, the ibuprofen won't help at all.
I've noticed something new, too. My right hand is freezing. From my wrist to my fingers, it feels like I've had it in cold water. My left hand is “normal”. I should mention that I'm right-handed so that hand usually isn't very idle. Or, it's less idle than my left hand. My hands are normally cold, but I can feel how cold my right hand is. It's odd.
My brain has extra fog and I have less energy than I've had in a long time. Though I went to bed early last night, I'm sure if I laid down, I would fall asleep.
My kitchen window is still full of Christmas. The boxes are sitting on the dining room table, waiting to be refilled so my husband can put them away until November or December. Waiting. For me to take my things out of my window.
I really don't like complaining, especially because no one wants to hear it and it doesn't do any good, but I thought you deserved an honest assessment of what's going on. I'm not feeling very Pollyanna-ish today at all. About the best I can muster is that I'm still walking.
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