Fibromyalgia & The BARS.
The bars across the door in my house are there for a reason: I told several ppl that I would eventually explain the pic of that shit in my attatchments... so here goes the short version:
i dance for a living (sigh) as a dance instructor and a n exotic-whatever-you-want-to-call-it...
I had a customer who I knew at work; you could call him a "regular" visitor... anyhow, he had some crazy shit going on in his life; involved with some bad ppl and shit... BAD ppl - like mafia shit ::cough cough::
anyhow, he dissapeared one day...
... and showed up, SIX months (+) later, AT MY FRONT door one night - running from some ppl...
my mom and sister were visiting and we all freaked out; the guy tried to walk into my place like he lived there or something...
we all freaked and I grabbed my throwing knives... Chris called the cops and the guy left, after standing around for about 15 dman minutes..
the whole thing was SUPER fucking creepy...
needless to say, my mom was ultra freaked and wanted me to just pack up and move.
the bars, were a "negociation" that we made... actually, she wouldn't leave my apt until i put those up.... but anyways, I couldn't blame her...
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Onto my eternal, never ending body pain - turns out it's Fibromyalgia!
really tho, this shit is torture - feels like i've been beaten up, but without the bruises the prove it. everything hurts so damn bad. it is hard to do anything in this condition; i thought i was going nuts cause i couldn't explain the way i felt.
HA! now that i know, i wish i didn't... cause i don't like what i've read about it so far... it's hard to diagnose and even harder to treat. no wonder i am so royally fucked up.
they are still apparantly still learning about this shit... so i am SO SO SO hoping that they figure something out soon - i can't live like this; there has got to be a reason for it, you know?
i hurt
i might as well get beat up.
The bars across the door in my house are there for a reason: I told several ppl that I would eventually explain the pic of that shit in my attatchments... so here goes the short version:
i dance for a living (sigh) as a dance instructor and a n exotic-whatever-you-want-to-call-it...
I had a customer who I knew at work; you could call him a "regular" visitor... anyhow, he had some crazy shit going on in his life; involved with some bad ppl and shit... BAD ppl - like mafia shit ::cough cough::
anyhow, he dissapeared one day...
... and showed up, SIX months (+) later, AT MY FRONT door one night - running from some ppl...
my mom and sister were visiting and we all freaked out; the guy tried to walk into my place like he lived there or something...
we all freaked and I grabbed my throwing knives... Chris called the cops and the guy left, after standing around for about 15 dman minutes..
the whole thing was SUPER fucking creepy...
needless to say, my mom was ultra freaked and wanted me to just pack up and move.
the bars, were a "negociation" that we made... actually, she wouldn't leave my apt until i put those up.... but anyways, I couldn't blame her...
***
Onto my eternal, never ending body pain - turns out it's Fibromyalgia!
really tho, this shit is torture - feels like i've been beaten up, but without the bruises the prove it. everything hurts so damn bad. it is hard to do anything in this condition; i thought i was going nuts cause i couldn't explain the way i felt.
HA! now that i know, i wish i didn't... cause i don't like what i've read about it so far... it's hard to diagnose and even harder to treat. no wonder i am so royally fucked up.
they are still apparantly still learning about this shit... so i am SO SO SO hoping that they figure something out soon - i can't live like this; there has got to be a reason for it, you know?
i hurt
i might as well get beat up.VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
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swan
I hope you figure out a way to subdue the pain.