Another day another bunch of dollars. Health update...headache subsiding...it has leached into my shoulders and down both arms.
I am planning to call DR tomorrow. I have a feeling I know how the conversation will go.
'Have you been following your Fybromyalgia diet?' she asks with sincere concern.
"Of course," I lie.
" Are you lying" she asks, as I feel her eyes narrowing and voice heavily guilt driven, drilling through the telephone receiver directly into my brain.
"Of course," I tell the truth.
"Well, you realize the importance of sticking to the eating plan I gave you, other wise it's a given that you will suffer.....blah blah blah"....she continues sternly.
I hear her but my mind is wandering now. She is speaking, I am thinking banana split. I feel the pain shoot through my neck and north to my brain. I recap what I ate today. Never mind...not good. The banana (without the split) was the best thing. OK! OK! I caved! I am going to Fybro Hell (of which I am the reigning queen, remember) and I even said just yesterday, I think, that I was going to consciously take care of my health...honest.
I will start tomorrow. I mean it this time. Honest. Seriously. For real.
Speaking about bear hunting...I need to change the channel. Perhaps...Hoarding - It'll Kill Ya, sounds good. Makes me feel a little better about myself! Or Kirstie Alley's Fat Life - That will really pep me up!!
Well...I'll settle for Cheers. As a matter of fact. I think I'll watch it! Have a nice evening!
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