It’s Just Me

Wow, I’m having a tough time. I first was thinking I shouldn’t write this. Why put this out there? Wah, wah, wah. But then I thought that mood is how I’m feeling, and maybe there’s someone out there who would feel even a little less lonely if I publish a post reflective of my difficulties.

I’m sure a great deal of my pain & melancholy are rooted in my recent tooth extraction. (See what I did there?😉 Gotta grasp that weird humor when I can.) Jaw pain worsens throughout the day some, just enough to really bug me. That pain radiates up the side of my temple as well as down my neck and across my shoulders. These are always trouble spots but super tight, all at once, since surgery.

Now, I’m in a fibro flare. I’m writing this from inside my brain fog, so it takes forever. Apologies for mistakes. A friend once said that crying for me is like turning on a faucet, and the water is flowing. Hard to talk without tearing up. Severe pain alternates hips and leg bones daily.

I will breathe. Blessedly, that’s all I have to do today. Maybe go out to the mailbox. That’s it. Nothing much. I’d say I’m not myself today, but that would be untrue. It’s just me.

Thanks if you read this far. I cannot figure out what I mean to say. Seriously. I just hope you’re able to find a little of what you need today.

Published by Sara Z

Writing is one of my passions. Most blog entries are relatively short articles regarding a wide variety of topics. I'm a middle-aged wife and mother of two adult sons. I've been a teacher, counselor, medical transcriptionist, student teacher supervisor, substitute teacher and retail clerk. Staying home now due to fibromyalgia. Seeking purpose.

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