Monday, November 10, 2008

Moving and pain

It was a busy weekend for us.

I moved some of my stuff out of the Salt Lake home into the Herriman home, I'll blog about what I'm going through when I can, there's legal issues pending.

I have fibromyalgia. All the moving boxes from one location to the next, by the third load, I could barely drive. Johnathan is such a dear sweetheart.

I loaded the last thing into van, for the third load of the day. I was tired, and feeling a tad sore from the task at hand. I got into my seat and started the journey to our new home in Herriman. My arms began to go numb and my body melted like weights in the seat.

As I turned each turn toward my new destination my arms and my body cringed in pain. It was as if every pressure point in my body was being pinched to the point of torture. I was trying hard not to cry and still reach the finish line.

I made into the driveway, and parked the van. I rested my head on the wheel. Johnathan arrived home sometime after my arrival and helped me out of the van and into the truck. After a hard long day welding a warehouse, he drove me to the emergency room.

He held my hand when the doctor poked at my points of torturous pain. He distracted me while I received an injection of relief.

He doesn't know how my pain feels, but he eases it by showing he's trying to care. I am so glad we found each other.

Thanks to friends who took the twins an extra night, it helped so much!

(Just a side note, the injection is a wonder drug called Toradol