Writing While In Pain
I've seen a lot of spoonie blogger posts in my time. I'm going to add another.I've been (wrongly, I think) diagnosed with fibromyalgia. For those of you lucky enough to not know what that is, it's a chronic illness that makes you be in pain. All the time. It doesn't go away. It'll fade, especially if you take the right medication, but it doesn't go anywhere. You wake up in the night in pain. The weather affects if you're going outside or staying in bed. You'll probably not be able to work a regular job, if any at all.
My symptoms are not controllable by medication, some have actually made me worse.
For the life of a writer, this is ridiculous. My arms hurt, my shoulders hurt, lately my hands hurt all the time. We also live somewhere that -30*C was a reality last winter, and we're gearing up to head back in that direction tonight. My knuckles actually have begun to bruise for no reason. It's brutal, to say the least.
But I still chug on, because what else can you do? People call me fake, act like I'm exaggerating... I wonder if they would prefer me crying on the ground?? It's a weird way to live, always kind of wishing you could get one of those cyborg bodies that Sci Fi writers write about (not me, sorry folks, one of my gals is going to live my life without that sort of resolution, I'm awful) or that at least people would take you seriously. Especially doctors, but that's a rant for another day.
If my books ever take off, I'm totally giving first thanks to whatever medication ends up helping me write more. And caffeine, it is the best.
