where do you put your hands on someone who hurts everywhere?
How are people even supposed to know I appreciate and need physical affection if I can’t tolerate it sometimes?
It’s what I get for sleeping a full straight 8 hours. I actually woke up thinking about pain before I could even open my eyelids, I could tell within seconds of regaining consciousness that it was a flare day. My partner rolled over and tried to spoon with me this morning and I did not want to get out of bed; all I wanted to do was keep cuddling and relaxing like Sunday morning should be, except I HURT EVERYWHERE and I had to be rude and crawl my way slowly off the bed so I could limp in a circle around the house. I really did not want to get up yet, but the springs were digging into my hip and radiating pain down my leg, my other calf was cramping up, my low back screamed at me, my neck felt like someone was trying to rip my head off my shoulders, and that’s the short list, as I know many of you understand so well!
I get so damn guilty about stuff like that, though.
I mean, it’s not his fault, he shouldn’t have to suffer. But then I have to gently remind myself that it’s not my fault either. It just is, there is no one to blame.