My hubby sent me the following e-mail last Friday:
I told you so…
I thought you would be interested in this: The Hidden Health Benefits of Sex (http://healthyliving.msn.com/health-wellness/women/sex/the-hidden-health-benefits-of-sex-3#scptmh)
Now, I am willing to try just about anything when it comes to feeling better. Yoga. Meditation. Acupuncture. Supplements. Gluten-free. Grounding. I’ve tried all of these with varying results. Being the open-minded person I am and due to a severe headache along with various other fibro-related aches, I decided to put “sexual-healing” to the test. I first tried a muscle relaxer, a naproxen, a heating pad and a eucalyptus-spearmint Epsom salt bath. When the combination of these did nothing to dull the ache in my head, I decided to give my hubby the “benefit” (wink, wink) of the doubt and let him attempt to sex me back to health. Well guess what? It didn’t work! I think my headache was actually worse. And if you read the article and noticed that it says the big O is important, trust me, I do not have that problem.
I have further evidence that “sexual-healing” is not that effective in the treatment of fibromyalgia from last night as well. Last night was BOW-CHICKA-WOW-WOW epic and today I am a waste of space. My neck and the tender-points at the base of my skull hurt so bad. We are getting a storm in and that probably doesn’t help but seriously. This is a perfect example of the mind-screw that fibromyalgia is. Even when you are enjoying something, when you pay so heavily for your enjoyment, you start to dread the thing that you love the most.
Another example of this is laughter. They say laughter is the best medicine and I love to laugh. If you don’t believe me, go to my Facebook page (http://www.facebook.com/SueGomez79) and watch the video from Sunday (you probably have to friend request first). I enjoyed the heck out of that dinner. The food, the conversation and the laughter. But after a couple hours, my feet hurt from my boots, my butt hurt from the chair, my face hurt from the chewing/laughing/talking/smiling combination, my neck hurt from the hour-long drive to the restaurant and I was ready to lay my head down on the table for a nap. I remembered the last time we ate there and ordered accordingly because even though I love crab legs, my arms and hands hurt so bad from cracking the last time and I just didn’t want to deal with that. We also had my husband’s Christmas party the night before and it was the same thing. The person we sat with at dinner had me cracking up but then my face hurt so bad I had to massage it to keep my cheeks from cramping. I wore high heel boots for the first time since my diagnosis. On our way to the second part of the party at a bowling alley, we had to buy me comfy slippers because my feet, legs and hips were starting to cramp up. A couple people thought I was asleep at the bowling alley because I was sitting there in the middle of the party meditating because I hurt so bad. Then a well-meaning person came up behind me and started to rub my shoulders. I was polite but I really just wanted to go home at that point.
The busy weekend left me spending yesterday recovering and not getting much done. Today, I’m obviously not feeling much better and I’m pretty exhausted. My holistic doctor gave me a new medication to try when I absolutely have to get something done but don’t have the energy. It is called Nuvigil and I only took a quarter of a pill because I’m so sensitive to medication. It helped me get to the school to get the kids but I still hurt so I’m not sure I’ll get much else done today. I think I can probably speak for my hubby in saying that we still hold out hope that the benefits of sex will outweigh the pain caused. Maybe me and the hubby are doing it wrong. We’ve had a lot of practice but there’s always room for improvement.