Blame It On The Blood Moon
or the Celtics game
Small Fiber Neuropathy is an asshole.
This could be the entire post, especially for those who understand, but for those who don't, for me, the pain equates to a cattle prod being shoved underneath my nails and the electrocution spreading throughout my limbs. The same glorious sensation occurs in my face, typically over the bridge of my nose, under my eyes, and forehead. Small Fiber Neuropathy pain is different for everyone and fires off whenever it wants to. Mine loves nighttime when I'm all cozy and snuggled in, ready to drift off; BAM.
Yeah.
No.
Last night was one of those nights.
Brutal.
I was on an upswing too.
Saturday night, I did two kettlebell workouts. Then on Sunday, I decided to do a complete gut clean of our bathroom. It's clean, but sometimes I like to really get down in there.
Music cranked.
Cleaning supplies lining the bathtub.
First, I scrubbed the grout in the shower and floors, then dusted behind the toilet, which is seriously the stupidest thing ever, and how does pee even get behind there? My feet screamed at me a couple of times, which I noticed and sat down, and sang some Cannonball by The Breeders.
My hands were red, but they calmed down.
I finished cleaning, prayed, meditated, and went downstairs to watch the Celtics game, hence the prayer. Because my nervous system wasn't active enough, why not throw in some playoff basketball.
After many sentence enhancers in the first half, I decided to work on orders for the apothecary.
Why would I rest? I felt spectacular.
I finished except for one.
Celtics win.
I start the new Don Winslow book.
Cuddled in bed.
10:34 pm.
BAM! ZAP! BOOM!
Phil is asleep; my hand flies to my mouth to cover my cry.
My nerves were done with me.
I blame Mercury Retrograde.
Playoff basketball.
Really it's all the Blood Moon which I did get to see briefly with Logan around 1:30.
No.
It's me.
My nerves warned me, but I gave them the middle finger.
Taurus energy be like.
I don't view it as a setback. Flare-ups will occur. I pushed too hard it's what I do to myself, and it's something I'm continually working on.
Patience.
Calm.
Present.
Stress is my kryptonite, and as I continue my Un stage of life, that's for an upcoming post, I see the victories through the challenges.
Pffft setback, nope, because all the tiny triumphs push back against the negative. My body cautioned me but seriously, that Celtics game…
