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I am a romance writer. That's not easy to say. Most people have preconceived notions about romances, and the people who write them. Let me tell you! Writing isn't for sissies. I got my first rejection in April 2004. That makes me a professional. In what other field are you considered a "professional" when you don't get called back for a second interview?
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Tuesday, May 01, 2007
The Princess and the Pea Remember the old fairy tale, The Princess and the Pea? The way it was proved that the princess was indeed a real princess was that she had a pea under a pile of 100 mattresses (or at least this is how I remember the tale, and I'm far too lazy to look it up to make sure) and she could feel that pea under 100 mattresses, so much so that she couldn't sleep a wink that night. I have news for you all. She might have been a princess. I'm in no position to prove or disprove that theory. But the truth of the matter is--the woman in question had fibromyalgia. How do I know this? Because a pea would have kept a sufferer of fibromyalgia from sleeping. I'm sure of it. My mother has fibromyalgia. Much as I love her, my dread has grown over the past few years of sharing this fate with her. As I have acquired symptom after symptom, I have finally accepted the probability that I too have fibromyalgia, the source of random pains and strange skin sensations. Perhaps even my chronic, seemingly without cause, hives. Examples--I was wearing a pair of flip-flops the other day, and they began to hurt. The lining on the walking surface is a cotton fabric, slightly coarse weave, not rough by any stretch of the imagination. It felt like I was walking on hemp rope. KILLING ME. So I bought new flip flops. I am taking a class in medical transcription. I have a foot pedal to listen to my audio files and then type the transcription. Leaving my heel on the floor while pressing and releasing the pedal began to hurt my heel. My heel was in contact with a wood floor. Hardly the roughest surface. But that slight friction against the wood floor was painful enough that I started to wear my new foam-soled flip flops while using the foot pedal. My favorite newer symptom (not brand new like these foot symptoms) is the burning pain on my skin. It feels like I have a terrible sunburn, without the deep pain or illness that would accompany such a burn. It primarily strikes on my side, affecting my entire right flank. But sometimes it's in the crease of my elbow. The back of my neck. Perhaps on my thigh, or the back of my knee. And just when it randomly disappears and I think it's passed--BAM! It's back. None of these things are terrible to live with individually. Mostly they are just irritating. Kind of like that little tiny pea.
Posted at 5:24 PM by Grace Tyler
 
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