When it rains, it pours.
Or so they say.
(I've never understood that saying. We take our rain in spits and drizzles here.)
I've had a resurgence of symptoms lately, running the gamut: increased painful neuralgia in my hands and especially, my feet; muscle aches and weakness in my quads; exhaustion; dysphagia.
I'm finding myself more discouraged than I have been in the past. I don't think the pain is worse; I think I am overwhelmed.
Summer is coming and with it, the kids and I will be trying to get the place ready to sell so we can move while Greg continues to work out of town a couple of days a week. It makes me yawn, just thinking about it.
But I'll place a call to my doctor's assistant and see what kind of cocktail we can fix up for me.
(And I'm wondering: Am I frustrated or depressed a bit? It's hard to tell.)