My new fibro therapy

The fibro was barking all last week. I was sleeping badly and at odd hours, which made the pain worse, which made sleeping even harder, which made the pain worse...etc. Bleh. By Saturday I was in such bad shape that I didn't even go to the game. And I never miss a game. Especially since most of the party is sitting in a Drow dungeon and I've been trying like mad to find a way out. I convinced the Drow that I'm the beloved of the reincarnated Drow King, which scared them spitless. This queen ages ago picked up her whole clan and moved it as far away from the other Drow as she could get without a land bridge to Antarctica, and the news that the last king had been reborn was very unwelcome. Of course it was all a faradiddle, Ilona is beloved by no one in particular and we don't actually know the Curifin is the legendary Drow King, but I could see that Bybars unsettled them by drawing the symbols on Curifin's armor and I'm nothing if not an inventive and opportunistic liar. My goal was to scare them so badly that they'd turn us loose with full packs and a nice apology rather than face the possibility that the King would take it badly that they imprisoned his sweetie, but Drow take more scaring than I thought.

Anyway, I digress. The point is that I hurt so bad and was so lacking in energy that I couldn't game.

We were supposed to go to Moose Maiden's house on Sunday for Thanksgiving in May--meaning, the use-by date on the turkey she bought last November was about to expire--and I nearly skipped that, too. But in the end I dragged my sorry behind into some clothes and went because MM's Sunday dinners are simply not to be missed. Having talented cook as a bff is high on my list of blessings.

By the middle of the afternoon I was miserable. I was pretty much immobile on the couch, my muscles ached, my feet and legs were painfully swollen and my knees felt like they were being stabbed with ice picks because of the storm that was building. I must have looked pitiful, because MM got one of the grumpy dwarf's Vicodin for me, which I washed down with a margarita flavored near-beer thing that I'd never heard of but was quite tasty. Half an hour later I still hurt but was a little light-headed. I lay down on their bed and got my phone out to play Solitaire, which is what I do when I go to bed since I don't sleep as a rule. Well, I woke up four hours later with my phone still in my hand. It was the first good sleep I 'd had in a week, and I didn't even have my Bi-PAP!

I now have a new long-term pain management strategy--Vicodin and Seagram's Margarita Coolers!