I'm in week four of the drug trial. The washout of previous medication for migraines and insomnia have left me completely sure of my fibromyalgia diagnosis. So has the pain. And a few other symptoms compatible with fibro. Friends who know me well are willing to bet that I'm getting a placebo.

It's not a lot of fun to wake up with a migraine nearly every day. Insomnia isn't a walk in the park, either.  And, no, a walk in the park wouldn't help my insomnia. 

It's hard to focus when you're in pain.  I can neither stand nor sit for very long. But sit I must if I am to work. Having been born neither rich nor beautiful, I have to work. It didn't help my mood to read that Ivanka Trump has a nice little book contract.  Why?  Well, to paraphrase an old song, I'm guessing it's because her daddy's rich and her ma is good lookin'. Did I mention that I'm cranky? Nope, not my usual frame of mind.  It's my brand-new fibro-sans-drugs frame of mind.

One friend has all but begged me to drop out of the drug study and ask for real medication. The irony here is that she is, by training and profession, a registered nurse.  I'm not about to do that. When I make a commitment, I'm in it for the long haul.  There are only five months left to the study. Okay, so they'll probably be five long months but I may be helping someone else. I'm already well aware that I'm not helping myself. After three months, if memory serves, they switch my meds. If I'm getting the placebo now, I should be getting real medication in two more months. The catch here, however, is that it may be real medication but I have no idea how my body will react to it. It may not help me but be perfectly wonderful for someone else.

All of this began to happen during the nastiest election campaign in memory. What has made it even worse is that now that the election is over, people can't let go.  Oddly enough, it's the Democrats who are constantly making disparaging remarks even after the election.  I've heard of sore losers, but sore winners?!  My fibro-sans-meds leaves me wanting to scream, "Didn't your mother teach you any manners???!  If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all!"  Yes, I'm cranky. Worse. I saw a video of some voters who were interviewed about the candidates after voting. They were chosen because they appeared to be intelligent and were willing to talk on camera. They were asked a series of questions. Their responses left me shaking my head in disbelief. I've never seen so many uninformed people. What few "facts" they knew they attributed to the wrong person. Amazing. 

I sincerely hope that those "sore winners" will just shut up and go away. Frankly, I've heard enough. The election is over and I have other fish to fry. 

I'm working on some projects and I have my fingers crossed for the projects and for my health.  I have no patience for the pain and the other assorted fibro symptoms.  Life goes on.