Do to unforeseen scheduling conflicts, I had to drive myself to my appointment with my pain specialist today. This is a ginormous deal for me. The trip takes about 45 minutes and includes driving on the interstate. This is the farthest I’ve driven and the first time I’ve driven on the interstate in over a year. I kept telling myself out loud, “you can do this” over and over when I felt myself tensing up or hyperventilating. At the top of my lungs, I sang along to “Jack and Diane” by John Mellencamp, “Dream On” by Aerosmith, “Hella Good” by No Doubt and a couple other songs that I cannot, for the life of me, remember. Despite the mini-concert, I arrived safely and a half an hour early for my appointment. This was a good thing, as they do a UA (urine analysis) at every appointment. Unfortunately, even though they got me right back for the UA, I forgot to tell my doctor’s front desk that I was done peeing in the cup and didn’t remember until a half an hour past my appointment time. Do they not realize they are dealing with a fibronaut? They’re lucky I remembered what I was supposed to do with that little plastic cup after I read the directions that are taped on the wall next to the toilet! By the time I was finally called in to see the doctor I was exhausted and not looking forward to the drive home. The pain in my shoulder was screaming at me that it was time for my muscle relaxer but I knew if I took it then, I’d be too tired for the drive home. While my “driver” did arrive to “help” with my nearly-three-year-old, she cries every time he tells her anything, she won’t let him take her to the bathroom and she won’t stay in the waiting room with him. I still had to drive us home, but at least (since when is atleast not a word Google Chrome?) there was someone following who could honk wildly if I drifted or swerved or something. My nearly-three-year-old also got an impromptu lesson in peeing in a cup when she refused to stay in the waiting room with my “helper”. That wasn’t an awkward experience at all (did the sarcasm come through?). I realized on the way home that I didn’t have to take the interstate that morning after all. With the stress of the trip to the doctor and the actual doctor visit over, I found a route that avoided the interstate completely. Thanks to fibro-brain, I am unable to make last-minute decisions. Thanks to our finances, I don’t have GPS or a smart phone. Which means, if I don’t have time to get on my laptop before I leave and I have to drive on the fly, I take the first route that pops in my brain. We made it home again safely and after picking up my other two from school, saying I hurt really, really badly is an understatement. My pain specialist has allowed me to take 800 mgs of Ibuprofen three times a day if needed and I need it now. My fingers, wrists, elbows, shoulders, knees, feet, toes and hips are killing me and I want a nap. I’m under my heating blanket even though its’s 70 degrees outside. I’m ending this now because I can’t type anymore. Fibro Fighters Unite!