Fibromyalgia ... Yes it's real.

She explored the four chambers Sluggish, dark, grasping for the light So many roads to choose One main outlet Traveling through the entwined maze of paths She knows she will never travel Could this be the final destination? Look at the brook Starting out as a tiny stream But flowing into the waves of despair Two outlets They both seem the same The foggy windshield with no wipers The dampness is unbearable Turning from ice cold to red lava The spark of a newly lit cigarette The well is dry The electricity moves from fingertips to head Searching Searching Searching Only but one drop to ignite the Firestorm of contentiousness One spark to light up the path Following the heavy feet Grasping for the truth Beware.  The lava has no obstacles It incinerates everything in it's path The red glow moves with ease Quickly filling each void it encounters Riding the wave Sparks of energy here and over there With each bur...

Some of you may know I live in Oklahoma. The weather is crazy, but it's one of the things I love about it. It's easy to be an armchair storm chaser here with the live coverage of deadly tornadoes. As the season approaches, so does the ugly Hidradenitis Suppu rativa (HS) The weather has gone from cold to hot as Hades in the span of two days! I took a couple of hours last Saturday to hop on the riding lawn mower and mow the backyard. Picked up a little trash here and there. I painted an old dresser I had. By 2:00pm I was done! Exhausted, but done.  I had only sweat a little, I took plenty of breaks in between and a good long shower afterwards. The next morning reality set in. I could barely move and my arm had kept me up most of the night. I was grateful for the numbness that occurred off and on for a reprieve from the pain. I started feeling the dreadful symptoms of boils forming. I knew this would happen. It always does. Here I am on a Tuesday morning, laid up with multiple...