My pain can best be described as fire. At first, there is an ache, a soreness that won't go away with rubbing or anything like that. Then it develops into a throbbing pain that is concurrent with my pulse. Most of the time, it is accompanied by the muscles in the spot of pain and around it spasming. It's like there are "jumping beans" inside my skin. And then... the fire comes. Please note that all the previous sensations do not leave. I am still aching, throbbing, sore and spasming when the fire hits. And no, it isn't shingles. I was tested for EVERYTHING before my doctor diagnosed me with fibro. It is my nervous system having an End of Lent/St. Patrick's Day/New Year's Eve in Times Square/Cinco de Mayo party, and every pill I have ever been prescribed does not do a single thing for the fire.
Because of this pain, I have lost my job, my insurance, my dignity, I've pretty much lost most of my favorite things to do (i.e. gardening [serious organic gardening], softball, playing sports [or pretty much anything] in the yard with my son, I have lost any semblance of a social life. Facebook is about as social as I am.), and basically it has taken over my life. Because of the lack of insurance, I cannot try any of the "newer drugs." I would LOVE to try Lyrica, but I could never afford the out-of-pocket cost. I've lost my "bedmate," who is my absolutely adorable black Lab/mix (but mainly black Lab), named Gracie. She has slept with me since I found her starving to death in 20 degree (Fahrenheit) weather under a bush. When I took her to the vet, I was told she was seven weeks old, but looked and weighed the same as a four week old puppy. But now, because of my out of control symptoms, she can't sleep with me anymore. She is very aware that I hurt. She has not jumped on me in two years, even at her most excited. I have lost so much.
I had knee surgery in March of 2013 (which by the way- the surgeon said I had the knee of a professional football player). Right before the surgery, I was in the transition of turning my job into a career. I really did not like the work I did, but I had decided that I did not want to be a "peon." I wanted to excel, to stand out, to be my boss's "go to person." But that did not happen. I got back to work six weeks later, and was never able to catch up or keep up with the workload that was my responsibility because of the pain. I was out a lot, late a lot, and basically was not dependable.
Anyway, sorry for writing a book. But it helps me to "get it out." Thanks for listening. I have the same question as the author of this post. Does anyone have "fire" in their muscles?