I have found lyrica.  I don't like the idea of crawling into a bottle for relief, but that bottle is a lifeline.  It's saving my life a day at a time.

This week I finally was out of pain sufficiently, after a pretty hefty flare, to go to the pool.  I did the aqua-aerobics class. The teacher kept trying to put me in some therapeutic group and I thanked her and declined.

The problem with a "therapeutic" group in my experience is that it's a bunch of old ladies, who aren't really trying to huff and puff.  I need to huff and puff.  I want to huff and puff.  Just call me Wolfy, baby.

I finally just asked the instructor, if she'd just let me do my own thing.  I adapted stuff to work with my body size and abilities.  Being that my shoulders were feeling pretty ripped apart still from the flare, I just did it smaller and simpler.

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Currently, I am working on an edit that is making me tear large hunks of hair out.  I swear the level of illiteracy in people is simply astounding.  No, "abliverate" is not a word.

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Some day, I'll sleep at night again.