Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Extreme itch in the night, and the repercussions the day after...

Two nights ago I experienced a brand new symptom. While new symptoms are, well, not new, this one was to a whole new level. After tossing and turning for many hours, which I do most nights, I awoke with the most aggravating, burning, itch I had ever experienced. I was sure there were small creatures roaming the forest of my head. No matter what I did, there seemed no relief for my poor scalp, and in turn for my poor fingertips. Upon inspection, there were in fact tiny white speckles throughout my hair...it was lice. I had no doubt. So I did what any reasonable 22 year old do upon such a realization at 3 am, I called my mom to tell the news.

After discussing the issue in great detail (I will spare you), I took a shower and began cleaning the house in a frenzy. Doing anything in a frenzy is a great mistake when you have fibro, and this was no different. I have no idea how much I got done, but I soon fell asleep on the floor. Mistake number 3. When I woke up many hours later the stiffness in my joints prevented me from getting up, laying on my back, or stretching. I would have to crawl to the couch and recover there. The more I woke, the more I realized I had done a terrible, terrible thing. Burning, scabbed scalp, terrible sleep, and stiff joints. So much for accomplishing anything on my day off!

That is when I remembered the lice, oh the lice! Luckily, there are no creatures roaming the forest of my head. Instead just the product of dry winters, itchy-sensitive skin, a little dandruff and no sleep. Crisis adverted.

While most people would get on with their day, I was stranded. instead of cleaning the house I made phone calls, paid bills, and attempted to get dressed before I went out, J and I had a date. We were supposed to go ice skating at the local rink, walk downtown to see the Christmas lights, and then warm up with cocoa and a movie. Well, as I'm sure you can guess, none of that happened.

Instead we stopped at a couple stores before grabbing the guns and going shooting. Surely I could put a few rounds through our targets. Think again. With temperatures hovering somewhere around 40 degrees, I could barely stand let alone hold the gun to shoot it. J did most of the shooting. After just a couple minutes outside of the heated car, my hands were searing red with pain and quickly turning blue and purple, clearly colors J's hands were not.

It was then that I learned yet another thing about my disability, not everyone experiences extreme pain when they are cold. Sure, we all get cold sometimes, and I already knew I was colder than most; but what I didn't realized is that not everyone feels pain every time they are cold. The two are not synonymous.

We did finally make it back to the house for hot cocoa and a movie, but unfortunately much sooner than we had hoped. I was wiped, cold, and in pain. We had to turn in early.

This is far from the first time my disability has impacted our dates, or my productivity. Even now, I am recovering from the ordeal two nights ago that started it all.



View of the snow covered valley from shooting. God's beauty is simply breathtaking!