I'm still in a great deal of pain after two days. But I've pulled my head out of my ass and got my ass out of the bed and hobbled about today, which is better than yesterday. Waiting patiently in the North Carolina rain for my healing to progress my Katie sits and mounting her to ride again is a few days away.
Highway and I have had a few long talks and plan to make a few changes in our journey going forward. Avoiding this type of pain has become my first priority. We've determined that being wet and high humidity work against my fibromyalgia. Also, for the first time in my life, I can feel the barometric pressure change with extreme aches in my joints. I have spent my entire life on the West Coast so I had no idea that my body would react this way, but I can feel the rain two hours before it hits.
We are looking at staying closer to the East Coast, hugging the coastline, and shooting across Pennsylvania over a couple days inland to Ohio, doing our best to avoid the wetness of Humidity Hell. I am so grateful to be with a husband and riding partner who is as piaent and understanding as Highway. Most men would grow tired of a wife who needs to rest so often, needs time to heal, and pouts like a fool when overcome with pity.
We are having a nice time resting in Hays, NC and being well fed by my friend's wife Ashley, a truly gifted Southern chef. I guess I can think of worse places to recover.
I am doing my best to take care of myself without being too much of a pain around here as my Katie waits. She is my whole life, it seems. Riding Katie is my solace, my therapy, my church and my home. Being behind Highway, following his tail lights, being in his tire path is all I want in life.
In a couple days I can get back to my life of riding. In the meantime, I will enjoy this fine food and company, catching up on old times and creating new memories.