I was in bed almost 11 hours in order to get maybe 2 and half hours of sleep.
Last night, after dinner, I had a terrible attack of fibromyalgia, the worst one in a long time. My neck and shoulders were almost unbearably painful (I say almost unbearably painful because I did bear it—what choice did I have?). I asked Keith to rub them and he did—it helped a little. It did help.
I don't know what caused the fibro attack. I have no idea what brought it on. My guess is that I inadvertently ate something I'm allergic to.
Keith suggested a whole body rub, but I said no because I was working on something urgent and critical that I needed to finish.
A little while later, he wanted to go to bed, early, and asked me to come and have a rub. At that point, even though I had more to do, I agreed. That was a little after ten. He gave me a full massage. I had to tell him to let off a little at first, because it hurt so very much. Usually I like a firm massage. He built up to a little more. When he quit, I asked him to do my shoulders one more time because they still hurt so much. Then he rubbed my body gently, effleurage, caresses. I felt much better, better but not well. I was more relaxed and the pain and tension had subsided somewhat. But I lay awake all night long. I was still awake when he got up at 4:23 to go to work. And I was still awake at 6:00 and at 6:23.
I twisted and turned like a rotisserie. The ligaments kept tightening and hurting worse and I had to move to stretch them. Whatever side was down itched, and I had to turn to scratch it. I probably kept Keith awake, or at least prevented him from sleeping well. I was still better than some nights where I was so agitated I had to get up. At least I lay in bed and got some rest of sorts.
All night I had watched the clock, 3:00, 3:07, 3:12, 3:17, etc. I'd close my eyes, try to sleep, lay there for what seemed like a long time, and 5 minutes would have passed. Finally, some time after 6:23, I dozed restlessly. I got up at 9. That's at least two hours of my day lost, to say nothing of my night. I feel guilty to lose part of my day. But if I didn't sleep for those two hours, I wouldn't have slept at all.
Everything hurts. My body feels like a giant bruise. Any move brings more pain. It isn't quite as bad as it was last night. The touch helped quite a bit. But I need more of it, and Keith is at work, and I'm in a lot of pain. Oh for some touch and a little relief.