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3 AM

It's 6 AM. I've been up since at least 3 AM. I'm sitting in the lobby of a Holiday Inn. A pinched nerve woke me up, made me toss and turn, and finally made me give up on sleep. But with my husband having a busy day ahead, I chose not to wake him with the glare from my laptop and the tapping of laptop keys.

The pain in my hip made me breathe in shallow gasps as I hobbled down the hall from my room to the elevator. The trip down from the 3rd floor to the 1st took eons. Then another painful hobble down the hall to the lobby, gripping the wall and hyperventilating. I honestly thought about just stopping and lying down on the floor, at least 3 times. The only thing that stopped me was not having the energy to deal with hotel staff if anyone saw me. By the time I crumpled onto a couch in the lobby, I had to gulp hard to keep from puking.

What does a pinched nerve have to do with migraines? It's a ripple effect. The last time a migraine laid me up on the couch for a week, a stabbing pain suddenly appeared in my hip. I thought it was just a little muscle stiffness from curling up in the wrong position for too long. But after a week or so (or more? hard to think right now) of this, and now the spreading numbness in my thigh, I'm pretty sure I pinched a nerve.

This is just another step in the vicious cycle I've been living in for the past 10 years. The sicker I get, the harder it is to work on my health, and the worse the consequences get. I feel a good 20 to 30 years older than my actual age. I need to find a way to reverse this.

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