Tracey Coleman

The Relief Mineral For Fibromyalgia

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The doctors assure me my X rays are clear and the lab panels are normal, but my hands are burning. That is the only way I have found to explain it, even though nobody truly understands because there is nothing visible to point at. It is this invisible heat that just sits right under the skin. Some days it is my knuckles, other days it is the palms, and some mornings even a grandbaby brushing against my fingers or the touch of a bedsheet is enough to send pain through me. It drains you. I wake up every single morning and take inventory of my own body just to learn what is going to punish me today. It is like a coin flip, except heads and tails both lose. When the hand pain arrives, it feels like they have doubled in size, like I have got invisible mittens sealed around them, even though there is not one ounce of swelling anyone can spot. I have even had people tell me I am just "overthinking it," which is a kind way of saying they believe it is invented while I am standing here unable to wrap my fingers around a coffee mug without them throbbing. My doctor read the chart, never once read me. Put down "fibromyalgia" the way you would write a parking violation and said we would manage it. Where I come from, you do not bend for pain, so I stopped bringing it up. The most infuriating part is the "normal" lab work. When a doctor tells you the numbers all check out on paper, but you can not make it through your shift without your hands seizing, you start questioning your own mind. And for women who look like us, that number starts lower than the reference range accounts for, so "normal" on that chart was never drawn from our baseline. You stop bringing it up because you are exhausted by the vacant expressions. So you just bear it. Where I come from, that is what you do. You bear it. You teach yourself how to swallow the wincing and how to hold your hands so you do not trip that burning. You punch in, you power through, and nobody at the nursing home front desk suspects your fingers are lit up because you have become that practiced at burying it. The pain just wanders day to day, never landing in one place long enough to name, but never absent. My daughter Keisha is a nurse. She sees women who look like us come through the ward with the same hum and the same lab work that prints "normal" while their body tells a different story. She had been watching me for months, picking up the fatigue in my voice on Sundays, and she was the one who finally brought it to me. She told me a woman on her ward had started taking Celuvida magnesium bisglycinate gummies. She said the key was taking two before bed every night because the form of magnesium actually reaches your cells, unlike the oxide tablets most of us had tried before that never moved the needle. She explained that with fibromyalgia, there is a nerve gate called the NMDA receptor that gets stuck open, which is why normal touch registers as fire and your hands feel swollen even when lab work is normal. Magnesium is what closes that gate. But most magnesium supplements use oxide, which absorbs at around four percent, so your body takes in almost none of it. Bisglycinate absorbs at eighty to ninety percent because the magnesium is bonded to glycine, which also settles the nerve signal on its own. So instead of dulling the pain, it actually goes after why the gate is stuck open in the first place. I was skeptical because I had already given magnesium a try before and felt zero difference. I had two bottles of oxide collecting dust in my medicine cabinet that had done absolutely nothing other than wreck my stomach. The same form I had shipped to Mama the Christmas before she passed, because I had read somewhere that magnesium helps with sleep and Denise told me Mama was not sleeping. I picked the cheapest bottle with the biggest number on the front and sent it down to Siler City and told myself I had done my part. I had done no such thing. That bottle said oxide on the back, and Mama swallowed it every morning for four months while the fire kept going. But this is something else entirely. Keisha told me to flip my old bottle over and read the back. It said magnesium oxide. That was the root of it. Not magnesium itself. The form. The same form that failed Mama. I started taking two gummies before bed, and for the first time in as long as I can recall, I did not wake up to that instant blaze of fire in my hands. They do not wipe the pain out completely, I still have my difficult days where everything aches, but they tame that burning enough so I can actually sleep. And when the burning eases even a little, my hands start feeling like my hands again. When you can finally sleep, everything else starts to feel within reach. They have a 90 day money back guarantee, which was essential for me because I have spent money on supplements before that gave me nothing back. And the bottle I shipped Mama was the last time I was going to believe a label without reading the back. I will put the link below. https://celuvida.com/pages/woman-advertorial-fibromyalgia