Wicked

Today's blog title has nothing to do with the musical about witches from Oz and everything to do with my mood.  As in Wicked Bad.  To make it even worse (both my mood and the situation), I don't know why I'm in such a foul mood.  I can only attest, as can my husband and son, that it is so.

I suppose the fact that I have hurt for four straight days might be a factor.  That just usually makes me tired and depressed, though.  It doesn't usually have me wanting to bite the head off of every living creature in the vacinity or snarling at tv commercials.  It's not like those commercials suddenly became inane and annoying today, after all.  It did seem, however, that every single one that I hate was being played one right after the other.  So much so that I ran away from the tv to the sanctity of my bedroom.  Where one of the puppies is currently annoying the bejesus out of me by licking my husband's pillow.

I suppose the fact that I have been running some mysterious low-grade fever for the past three days (anywhere from 99.5 - 100.1) could be a factor as well.  Again, I have no idea why I'm running this fever.  I don't appear to have any other signs of illness (other than still blowing my nose dozens of times a day, either leftover from the cold my son gave me or allergies, but it's all clear with no signs of infection) besides the fever. I do, however, absolutely hate running a fever.  I mean, our bodies just don't do that for no reason, right?  So is it part of the fibro or is it something else?  All I know is that it's been my constant companion since late Thursday night.

I have gotten practically zilch done in the past four days.  Thursday was a day when I hurt so bad I had to double up on pain meds for any relief at all and definitely didn't make it to work.  I did manage to take a shower on Friday and then had to rest for half an hour afterwards before taking my son to a friend's house for the day.  A trip to Costco rounded out that day and I was definitely done after that. I think there might have been a 3-4 hour nap involved that day as well.  I know there was at least a four hour nap, maybe more yesterday.

I did force myself to do our taxes today. While I would truly love to blame my mood on this, I must admit that it was already bad before I undertook that endeavor.  I just hope we don't get audited because I was in no mood to double and triple check everything like I usually do.  I'm counting on TurboTax to have caught any errors and it's reassurance that my risk of audit is "low". Now, if the IRS will just process my refund in a quick and efficient manner and deposit it in my checking account, I would greatly appreciate it.

Tomorrow brings Monday around with it once again.  I really can't afford to miss work yet again. So, body, I would appreciate the following for the morning, please: 1) low, manageable (preferably without pain medication) pain levels; 2) no more freakin' fever of any temperature, low-grade or otherwise; and 3) a definite improvement in my mood.  Universe, if you could work with my body on these items, I would appreciate it greatly.  Thank you.