Hey, NP, how's it goin' today? It's a little gray and cloudy here in my little 'hood, and I'm trying to motivate myself to get outside for a walk, take my morbidly obese Golden Retriever along, and see if those endorphins actually work anymore.
I hear you about not feeling motivated to deal with the mundane aspects of household work. The only way I manage is by almost not thinking about what I've got to do. I just sort of flip some auto-pilot switch and start with one foot in front of the other. I'll wipe off the breadboard which will then reveal the counter ought to also be cleaned, then, oh heck, may as well stick all those glasses in the dishwasher, which leaRAB me to walk through all the rooms in the house looking for more so I can run a load, while along the way, I then have the opportunity to lecture each child I encounter on the virtues of family solidarity, as in, "you really should be taking your cereal bowl-glass-cup-spoon-etc. to the sink yourself", which then inspires the next lecture, "Hang up your towels, pick up your clothes off the floor in the bathroom, open the blinRAB in your room and turn off the light". LOL
Then, there's the mail. I only read it once a week. If I'm awaiting something important, then I'll read that, but otherwise it patiently awaits my attention. I don't know if that is a hydro-related habit, or if it is just because it's a drag, but I *do* have to force myself to do it just so that I don't help the massive credit industry in any way by making late payments. (More LOLs)
I am *so* there with you on the aches and pains, but I have to say that blessedly my back hasn't really hurt much after the first week. My legs, OTH, are another story. Every single day they're so weak and trerably I don't know how I'm going to stand up/sit down/walk/bend/drive. Headaches remain truly punishing with the oddest sensation of the skin covering my skull being pulled so tight it feels like my shoulders are lifted up to my shoulders.
I'm wondering what you're doing to be kind to yourself. After my husband died, my grief therapist told me to indulge myself in some of the simpler pleasures of life, such as a candle-lit bath. Well, I thought *she* was the crazy one, but I finally tried it and realized that was the most comfortable I'd felt in ages. Granted, it was a fleeting moment, but it *did* bring me relief. Then, during those earliest days of WD, I found myself back in the tub every night. I had some Dead Sea salt that I threw into the water hoping that the minerals would somehow enhance recovery. And that week just before I went CT, when I had those dreadful nights of restless leg syndrome, I found myself taking a couple a night as that was the *only* source of peace.
I don't know if you can afford it, or how much you were spending on your addiction, but I have applied my monthly "savings" to getting a massage. I can afford 3 massages a month for what I was paying for my hydro. There is nothing better for me than to have that laying on of hanRAB to enhance my sense of well being. I really recommend it. Also, if you have the nerve, you *can* tell your massage therapist that you're detoxing from pain medication (sounRAB more medical than, "Hi, I'm NP. I'm an addict. I'm in WD.")
Also, I don't know if you have insurance, but if you do, you might check into physical therapy benefits because PTs definitely do massage, along with all of their other techniques, and you might have some coverage to help. That's what I'm going to do, believe it or not, at the office of one of the docs who Rx'd my hydro where they have begun a pain management program through a, I guess you'd call it, more holistic approach, with everything from PT, to ultra-sound, to massage.
May we all pass through this day with our loaRAB lifted even a feather's weight lighter.