Quip Master

I rarely write about fibromyalgia anymore.

I think it could be due to the fact that I’ve fully accepted my reality, that for whatever purpose, I have this disease for life. I keep up with the latest news and information, but I no longer obsess over it.

I’ve grown accustomed to its nasty little face.

To the groundhog burrowing under my skin muscle spasms (hard to explain), the extreme fatigue, the pain of unknown origin, the charley horses and, of course, the brain farts.

All of it, from the minuscule symptoms to the big mama ones.


Hark, what is that wretched sound? Tis only moi, screaming my ever-loving head off.

I was recently diagnosed with gout and much to my doctors delight, there’s a blood-test for that. I was given steroids that worked quickly, but once the 5 days worth of them ran out, it came back, again lighting up my big toe with a blowtorch. Now I’m on something else, but I was warned that one of the probable side effects could cause loose bowels.

Um, yep.

I’ve become honestly so numb to what my body likes to do to amuse itself.

Bitching and complaining won’t do me any good, so I just try to keep it as light as possible, making my little quips to steer the conversational direction away from myself.

I am a bona-fide quip master.


6 thoughts on “Quip Master

  1. Haha like you my body and its functions are slowly decaying, mortality is fragile so might as well laugh in it’s face publicly, cry in private. C’est la vie ❤ xxx

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  2. The charley horses and muscle spasms so suck out loud and everything. Mer it is so inspirational to hear how you have kept yourself sane and moving in positive direction. Thanks for all you do whether you know it or not.

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