My left hand entered into the pain cycle at 4:00 this morning. It's a COLD 50 degrees this morning, my right arm is painful to the touch and slightly swollen. It's rainy and miserable so I am going to stay in my jammies all day long and watch lifetime movies. U...G...H!
Side note: My husband asked me how my hands were doing last night. Made me feel good that he thought to ask. I told him that the right one was killing me with the cooler weather. He said, "Yeah, Ducks (our youngest son) said you were using your arms to push the grocery cart yesterday. He figured out that your pain level was up and wanted to be sure we checked on you--because you refuse to say a word to us about it any more."
SO, he didn't notice, my 17 year old son did and alerted his dad. Either way, they have noticed that I leave them alone about my pain...and they now know I talk to others who understand it more.
I am unable to come up with a clever signature. I don't even really have a true diagnosis. I am on percocet and robaxin for chronic hand pain. So, in lieu of a dx and all, I'll just say that I am the daughter of an awesome and mighty KING, THE King of Kings and it is only through Him that I am allowed to live each day.