What can I say about fibromyalgia that hasn’t already been said about a thousand times here on my blog?
- Um, it’s worse in the winter.
- It doesn’t like it when I overdo the things.
- It always catches up to me, every single time.
- It’ll make me so exhausted that I’ll end up missing an entire day or two, just sleeping.
- Once the fatigue is back to some kind of normal, then the pain steps in and takes over.
I wrap myself into a human burrito and rest, layer my medications and wait until I’m back to my normal self, which isn’t all that great to begin with, really, but at least I can do the things that I want and need to do again.
I live for my good days.
On my bad days, I cry, pray and remind myself that this too shall pass.
I try extremely hard nowadays to allow myself to feel my emotions instead of ignoring them. It’s alright for me to feel angry, sad, frightened and disgusted. When I face my inner feelings and thoughts, it’s only then that I can take my power back.
My boyfriend has seen me at my worst and he’s still here, by gum. (An euphemism for the archaic “by God.”)
This morning before he went to work, he stopped by because he read that pineapple was good for inflammation (fresh cut by him) and then he also brought me a pepperoni chop flat bread that they make at the bakery he works at. After work, he’s picking up my pills at the pharmacy.
Between Steven, my daughter Brooke and my neighbor Dave, I am well taken care of on the days when I am suffering from this hell-beast disease that is called fibromyalgia. It’s a wonderful feeling knowing that the ones who care for me aren’t doing it just so that they can take advantage of my illnesses for their own personal gain, like some asshat that we all know and despise.
I’ll be filing for divorce within the next month. Then I can finally be truly free of that waste of sperm.
Oh and guess what? For those of you living in the states, spring is only 40 days away.