Tracey Coleman

The Relief Mineral For Fibromyalgia

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The doctors say my X rays come back clean and the bloodwork is within range, but my hands are on fire. That is the best way I know to put it, even though it is hard for anyone to grasp because there is nothing to see. It is this invisible burn that just lives beneath the skin. Some days it is my knuckles, other days it is the palms, and some mornings even a grandbaby reaching for my hand or the weight of a bedsheet is enough to make me flinch. It wears you down. I open my eyes every single morning and run through my body like a checklist just to find out what is going to fight me today. It is like a raffle, but the prize is always pain. When the hand pain shows up, it feels like they are blown up twice their size, like I have got invisible oven mitts strapped on, even though there is not a bit of swelling anyone can point to. I have even had people tell me I am just "anxious," which is a polite way of calling it imaginary while I am over here trying to grip a coffee cup without my knuckles screaming. My doctor studied the chart, never once studied me. Scribbled "fibromyalgia" like he was filling out a form and told me to manage it. Where I come from, you do not slow down for pain, so I quit bringing it up. The most maddening part is the "normal" bloodwork. When a doctor looks you in the eye and says everything checks out on paper, but you can barely get through a shift, you begin to wonder if you are going crazy. And for women who look like us, that number runs lower to start with, so "normal" on that chart was never calibrated for our baseline. You quit bringing it up because you are worn out from the empty looks. So you just shoulder it. Where I come from, that is what you do. You shoulder it. You figure out how to mask the flinching and how to position your hands so you do not set off that burning. You show up, you push through, and nobody at the nursing home front desk has any idea your fingers are ablaze because you have gotten that skilled at concealing it. The pain just drifts from place to place, never settling in one spot long enough to catch, but never gone. My daughter Keisha is a nurse. She sees women who look like us come through the ward with the same hum and the same bloodwork that reads "normal" while their body reads otherwise. She had been watching me for months, catching the exhaustion in my voice on Sundays, and she was the one who finally spoke up. 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 accomplished nothing. She explained that with fibromyalgia, there is a nerve gate called the NMDA receptor that gets stuck open, which is why ordinary touch feels like fire and your hands feel swollen even when bloodwork is normal. Magnesium is what closes that gate. But most magnesium supplements use oxide, which absorbs at roughly four percent, so your body barely receives any of it. Bisglycinate absorbs at eighty to ninety percent because the magnesium is bonded to glycine, which also quiets the nerve signal on its own. So instead of covering the pain, it actually targets why the gate is stuck open in the first place. I was reluctant because I had already tried magnesium before and noticed nothing. I had two bottles of oxide sitting in my medicine cabinet that accomplished absolutely nothing besides upsetting my stomach. The same form I had mailed Mama the Christmas before she passed, because I had heard somewhere that magnesium helps with sleep and Denise told me Mama was not sleeping. I grabbed the cheapest bottle with the biggest number on the front and shipped it to Siler City and convinced myself I had helped. I had not helped at all. That bottle said oxide on the back, and Mama took it every morning for four months while the fire burned. But this is not that. Keisha told me to turn my old bottle around and read the back. It said magnesium oxide. That was the issue. Not magnesium itself. The form. The same form that let Mama down. I started taking two gummies before bed, and for the first time in longer than I can remember, I did not wake up with that instant wave of fire in my hands. They do not erase the pain entirely, I still have my rough days where everything aches, but they quiet that burning enough so I can actually sleep. And when the burning settles even a little, my hands start feeling like my hands again. When you can finally sleep, everything else becomes a little more manageable. They have a 90 day money back guarantee, which mattered to me because I have thrown money at supplements before that delivered nothing. And the bottle I mailed Mama was the last time I was going to trust a label without checking the back. I will put the link below. https://celuvida.com/pages/woman-advertorial-fibromyalgia