Of course you all know what a struggle it is to feel so bad, everyday. Sometimes the meds, massages, warm baths, stretching, and gung-ho attitudes just don't cut it. I think we all know how it feels to be painful and to feel like things will never get any better. I can't count how many times I've felt that way...and that's just today!
So, as I was sitting on the couch watching another boring Sunday afternoon movie, hurting really badly, and just feeling that overall blah feeling, I was hit (literally) in the gut with something that makes things better-even for just a minute.
It started with that blow to the stomach, followed by the increasing volume of something that sounded like a motor on a chainsaw. This "thing" started massage me-and even though it did hurt a little, there was something about the loud motor and softness that made me happy. Even when this "thing" put all of its 10 pounds on my chest, it made my heart feel good-not hurt it.
What was this magical cure? My mom's 3 year old calico cat, Reese, of course. Ever since I've moved home, she has adopted me as her personal resting place. Her favorite thing to do is to smash her body up against mine when we are sleeping (well, I'm trying to sleep). Even though she likes to scream (and I mean scream) for attention, sometimes she is better than any Vicodin or Klonopin. LOL-she's even trying to get my attention as I'm typing this.
So, this is my cure for fibro and depression...a cat. Or, sometimes it's a dog, like Krissy is for Marlee. We all go through so much, and I think a lot of times we underestimate the power of animals. I know that some of you may not agree with me, but there is scientific fact that animals can lower blood pressure. For me, just hearing that cat purr can lower my anxiety.
I think we should all go out and get a pet. Just remember, you don't own them, they own you!