This week’s Music Monday feature is simply AMAZING!!!
Words simply cannot do justice to this level of talent, but if you listen, you will understand.
This musical genius successfully managed to play every part of and incorporate the sound of every instrument from Michael Jackson’s “Beat It”, including VOCALS, with only an acoustic guitar.
This is SPOT ON! I have horrific fatigue, which I have always had a tendency to blame on Endometriosis but I am starting to realize that chronic pain in general can cause it. I have pushed myself beyond the reasonable limits of my chronic illness and pain for a very long time. I have slowly been learning to adapt and adjust but I can feel the effects of over-doing it for so long and I seem to be going downhill quickly. Stress worsens both the chronic pain and fatigue so much that I have been nearly incapacitated as of late. My anxiety and depression are out of control and I feel like I am on the verge of or possibly in the early stages of a nervous breakdown. Thank you for this post. I believe that our health depends on recognizing the fatigue that comes with chronic pain and accepting whatever adjustments are necessary to allow for adequate rest. Rest certainly won’t cure the chronic fatigue but it may help to avoid doing additional damage to our already compromised bodies and minds. 💜
And because of this, I am a completely different person now. Being in constant pain is difficult yes, but no one mentions the extreme fatigue that comes along with it. I can no longer do the things I used to. I used to work full time, keep the house clean, run errands, have a social life, get things done – do things a normal person would do with ease, but I am different now. Along with the pain, fatigue consumes my whole being and it’s very difficult to say the least.
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So you dropped me
Held me by my feet and let me go
I fell between the seat, but nothing broke
I’ve yet to feel that brilliant afterglow
The one I knew of years ago
Now I’m twisted
Twisted from the waist and spun around
Promised only sky but given ground
Realized the makeup is for a clown
The clown I knew of months ago
I only wanted to be somebody
So fucking bad, I came unglued
I only wanted to be somebody
So here we are now, face to face
And I’m fucking you
So you caught me!
Wishing I were better than the rest
You hit me and left bruises on my chest
And when I wouldn’t cheat
I spit upon your test
The test I tore up weeks ago
And now my fist is
My fist is for your face to cock the jaw
When I begin to rise, you start to fall
Now you know how it feels to drop the ball
The ball I threw back days ago
So I’ll just stand right here for now
I should have won, but how?
I break a smart ass grin
Who let the loser win?
Let’s break a smart ass grin
Let’s let the losers win!
The first verse of this song hits SO close to home for me right now. The reasons behind the nervous breakdown described are different but the intensity of the surrounding emotions sound much the same. In both cases, an innate will to survive is present. Eminem’s daughter is his grounding force and my husband and parents are my lifelines. No matter how unbearable life becomes, as the fear continues to mount, the pain never ceases, your doctors abandon you, and your friends betray you, it is essential to realize that without you, others will be hurt and the very people that you love the most will experience immense pain.
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes
Lately I really, feel like I’m rolling for Delph like Philly,
I feel like I’m losing control of myself, I sincerely,
I apologize if all that I sound like, is I’m complaining,
But life keeps on complicating, an’ I’m debating,
On leaving this world, this evening, even my girls,
Can see I’m grievin’, I try and hide it,
But I can’t, why do I act like I’m all high and mighty,
When inside, I’m dying, I am finally realizing I need help.
I can’t do it by myself, too weak, 2 weeks I’ve been having ups and downs,
Going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying,
Around with the idea, of ending the shit right here.
I’m hatin’ my reflection, I walk around the house tryin’ to fight mirrors
This deserves an infinite AMEN!!!
The photo shown above is my remaining “stress rash” FOUR HOURS after it arrived!!! “Stress rash” is my unofficial, layman’s term for what happens to my skin right before, during, and/or after periods of intense anxiety, stress, sadness, or pretty much any extreme emotional reaction.
It normally affects my chest, ears, and neck the most, but may also be visible on my legs or even my arms, in more severe cases.
It usually starts to fade away shortly after the situation which caused it has ended. However, there are rare circumstances which are so devastating that the physical effects may linger long after the causative situation has ended. I suppose that could signify a greater possibility of long term ramifications from the rash’s origin. That is my current theory.
Does anyone else experience this annoying and embarrassing physical manifestation of emotions? I HATE it SO much because it makes it VERY difficult or impossible to hide negative emotions during some of the very situations when it would be best, or more appropriate, to repress such feelings.
This is just one of the endless examples of how our emotions can manifest in physical ways. I’m sure that it’s not necessary to elaborate on the effect that the events surrounding the arrival of today’s stress rash have had on my pain levels. To be honest, I would be thrilled to experience the rash alone, without excruciating pain flare ups and an inability to eat. 😢
This infuriates me on so many levels!!! 😡
My husband’s pharmacy was robbed several months ago, but luckily the pharmacist had a gun, so he successfully defended himself and his business. Now another pharmacy was robbed in my hometown! It is only a mile or two from my place of employment.
WTF is wrong with people???
I’m sure the suspects are likely addicts or dealers, who don’t realize or care that commiting foolish acts like this, just helps to “confirm” the public’s inaccurate beliefs about pain medications and the increasing inhumane discrimination against chronic pain patients.
It creates even more reasons for the government to continue the never-ending, FAILED, “war on drugs” which creates endless problems for those who truly NEED narcotics and find that obtaining adequate pain relief is becoming more and more difficult (or impossible) for legitimate chronic pain patients.
If the robbers were not addicts or dealers, it could be someone in desperate pain without access to the treatment that they need. Either way, the situation is tragic and everyone loses.