A poem 'inspired' by Fibromyalgia (and wind) …
I Want To Flee
To flee
Into the empty pages
Of the night.
Crushes me
And I cannot
Resist.
The pain owns
My soul,
And me
And wants
To be repaid
In currency
I seem to not have.
So, in agony
I sit puzzling,
Hoping,
Seeking escape
But
Know not
The path,
The means,
Nor it seems
Much else.
What’s best
For us?
I still have
No fucking
Clue.
The pain has been bitchin' awful since midnight.
That's when the Chinook blew in. Winds right now are 46 kph but have been as high as 70 kph.
There is no further doubt in my mind that Chinooks trigger the Fibro pain. The question though is: is it the wind or the pressure shift? I know from previous personal research that rapid &/or severe pressure shifts trigger Fibro. But, once the initial pressure shift is gone why does the pain continue? Not sure but …
The more important question is what the hell do I do about it?
The acupuncture doesn't help. The hot soaks in Epsom Salts don't help. The 5HTP doesn't help.
Well, I could move to somewhere calmer. Yeah right! That doesn't seem very feasible right now. Though this place has Chinooks, it also is one of the sunniest places in Canada. And, god knows I need the sun for my Seasonal Affective Disorder. Feels like a shitty choice.
What I am thankful for is that I don't live in hurricane country. I can only imagine what I'd be like in that kind of wind. I'd probably explode from the pain.
