Job

No, I'm not bitching about my job again.  I'm bitching about my body again.  The title of this post refers to the story of Job in the bible.  You know, the guy who had a bunch of bad stuff happen all at once, i.e. boils, fire, etc?  I feel like him right now.  Like Satan has taken ownership of my body & commanded it to wage war upon itself. 

My new super-doctor told me about a hypersensitivity condition that doctors used to just consider hypochondria because they didn't know what it was.  So the rashes, headaches, memory loss, numbness in my toes, inability to lose weight, extreme fatigue (I'll stop there & spare you some of the gorier details).... are NOT all in my head?  I don't completely understand it.  I'm still waiting for him to help me finish putting the pieces together to figure out the root of my problems.  But today I can add "backache" to the list of demonic plagues. 

For the past few days, I've had soreness in my lower back.  Well, it's not getting better.  It's getting worse.  If I turn or bend a certain way, it catches & takes my breath away.  I'm not used to having back problems.  None of the yoga poses or stretches that I've known to help back pain in the past have helped.  So I'm now sitting in the recliner in my PJs with a heating pad.  Like a senior citizen at the home.  Taking my meds, testing my blood, resting my back.  Ya know, the works.  Like I imagine Job did.  I'm just waitin' for the boils.