Resisted sharing this, but holidays being here and having more time to relax has given me clarity of thought, so I'll crack.
Last spring, me wife started feeling rather bad. Now she'd had pains since I knew her and passing years weren't doing her any good, but till then she was still fit enough to go hiking across rough and steep terrain as a family activity, getting helped by our bastard malamute on the hardest slopes.
Then suddenly she started hurting real bad after her work shifts. Being a cleaning lady (a worker status that is unfortunately considered "independant work" and hence excluded from all "disability wage" programs) might not look like much but scrubbing dirty bathtubs is hard work. She started being unable to sleep due to the pain, then one day my parents call me and tell me that when she came home from work (they were baby sitting our kid), the wife looked "unlike anything they'd seen from her before". Talk with her, says she'll keep keeping on.
Next day, I come back from work, she's crying, standing in front of a chair, holding onto it, unable to move from pain. Now me wife, she ain't one of them sissys. Hard girl, tough girl, used to box in her twentys, lived in the streets for a few rather long spells. A survivor.
Managed to get refered to a clinic by the pharmatian (pain was too evident to ignore), sees a "super nurse" (with the doctor draught in my region of the world, seeing a full blown MD is nearly impossible but yakking about it will bring forth the dreaded "rule number 4).
About 15 years ago, my wife had been diagnosed with...I don't know the english word but a minor form of artrithis. Super-nurse says it's full blown arthrithis. Gives her pills, schedules a check-up with a rhumatologist. Ain't artrithis, its fibromyalgia.
They've tried all kinds of pill cocktails, the only one managing to ease the pain gave her suicidal tendencys and brought back the spectre of alcoolism. Nothing works, she's out of job, out of money. Thank Blake we're not folks used to much luxurys.
So yeah. Stuck with haywire neurons sending accute phantom pain signals all the time with her body actually reacting to it. Probably for the rest of her days.
Recently she had a new spike, some of her articulations actually swolling horribly. Goes to see the super-nurse who's convinced there's real arthrithis in the deal. Sends her back to the rhumatologist for a counter-expertise, but he stands his ground. Gonna run her a few more tests during the holidays in case he'd missed something. All we can do is hope for the best.
We do our best to keep morale up. Ain't always easy. 'Least she's kept occupied with the kids school (which ain't the local school, it's an altetnative program necessiting quite the few hours of volunteering on behalf the parents) and what chores she can do (that end up taking 3x the time it used to). 'Tis quite hard for her to be stuck this way, with a debilitating cripple-like state whithout actually having PHISICAL wounds.
Damned be our weak fleshling bodys and minds.