More Art Therapy. Images showing grief. In memory of Monty Oum.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
Progress Report on my health
It's been about a month now since I've been put on medication for fibromyalgia. I think we will be increasing the dose when I see my doctor again on Monday.
At first, the medication knocked me on my ass. Then after a week, I was feeling actually pretty good. Granted, not healed or cured, but ok. I had more energy. Yes, I was also manic more often than not. And with my bipolar disorder, that is a concern. But after a couple weeks, I think my body fully adjusted to the medication and now I am back to feel nausea and intense soreness every day.
I know that no matter what, this will be quite the balancing act. The right dose of medication, the right diet, the right amount of exercise, reducing stress, resting when my body says rest (rather than push myself anyway like I usually do) and monitoring how it all affects my mental health.
Actually, this is a condition where my mental health affects the physical and the physical affects the mental. And I need to keep track of it all.
I will say this...
I thank my parents. I thank my life. I thank my hardships. I thank those who I've loved who have shaped me. I thank it all, because it's made me this person who can battle this pain every day. Hopefully, I won't have to feel it every day for much longer. But flare ups will happen. And I know that I can handle it. I know I can force myself to still get up, get things done, and do it all without crying out in pain. I'll keep on living, keep on battling. Because my life taught me how.
At first, the medication knocked me on my ass. Then after a week, I was feeling actually pretty good. Granted, not healed or cured, but ok. I had more energy. Yes, I was also manic more often than not. And with my bipolar disorder, that is a concern. But after a couple weeks, I think my body fully adjusted to the medication and now I am back to feel nausea and intense soreness every day.
I know that no matter what, this will be quite the balancing act. The right dose of medication, the right diet, the right amount of exercise, reducing stress, resting when my body says rest (rather than push myself anyway like I usually do) and monitoring how it all affects my mental health.
Actually, this is a condition where my mental health affects the physical and the physical affects the mental. And I need to keep track of it all.
I will say this...
I thank my parents. I thank my life. I thank my hardships. I thank those who I've loved who have shaped me. I thank it all, because it's made me this person who can battle this pain every day. Hopefully, I won't have to feel it every day for much longer. But flare ups will happen. And I know that I can handle it. I know I can force myself to still get up, get things done, and do it all without crying out in pain. I'll keep on living, keep on battling. Because my life taught me how.
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