A decade ago a day like yesterday would have kept me high for a week. That high would have had me working outside or doing anything and everything with the extra energy. But this darn fibro leaves me exhausted for a week if I get one fun day. Not only exhausted but hurting so much I can barely move. I napped a lot today. I’ve downed Advil and have been in general very grouchy. It’s amazing how little I could do and how grumpy I got about it all! The only exercise I had yesterday was standing by the table while we all chatted about hats and where they are going.
The only exercise I had yesterday was standing by the table while we all chatted about hats and where they are going. Even as a young adult I found standing in one place excruciating. It was why I had to give up cosmetology. I loved doing hair, the longer and fancier the better but standing… I long for the chemical smells of a beauty shop. It is why I do my own hair. The chemical high. That and I love how it looks when I’m done.
So I didn’t add much to my new projects. In case you’re curious here are the latest:
That’s Fun Fur and a soft Red Heart mixed. It’s an easy e-wrap hat. If I have enough of the two yarns I will add a brim to keep out the sun.
This is my first attempt at socks. I’m making them for my brother. He doesn’t have to walk 8 miles round trip to work anymore but since I got the yarn for that purpose I thought I should go ahead and try. I didn’t work on them today, no energy, thereby less eye sight and even less patience.
Off I go to slather in Icy Hot and go to bed. No more energy, no more brain. Nighty-night.
Timeline Photos – Voices of Fibromyalgia.
Why I haven’t been active here the last few days.
Fixing Fibro Fog in Your Daily Life. “it’s the difference between being able to hold a job and having to quit. For others, it means no more driving. It can involve severe problems with short-term memory, multitasking, learning a new skill, spatial orientation, numbers, remembering common words, and absorbing what you read.”
My last job was part time and fun for the most part. But I was hurting so much for standing all day, the fog was so dense that I couldn’t follow instructions or remember names of customers. This from a person who had learned to tricks to remember everyone’s name 10 years prior. I don’t drive, I get lost too easily. The worst part is writing sometimes looks like a child rather than and author wanna-be.
Where are you in your pain and fog?
Dar49 Daily. Is out!! Sorry for the delay. Fibro-flare and fog and shiny chickens got in the way.
Oxalates: The Grain-Free Diet Trap – Empowered Sustenance. I am gluten-free/vegan I don’t know how do to this diet. Has anyone else tried? Any suggestions? I don’t like meat. I do love my cheese and had a hard time giving it up because of dairy allergies. The gluten-free seems to agree with my system, but still the fibro-flares are wild! I recently started taking gabapentin. I have looked it up and it sound promising, but I would rather not take drugs of any kind and change through diet and lifestyle. Trouble is my lifestyle lately includes much time in bed whining.
English: Vladimir Bystrov. 2006 Russian Premier League (FC Zenit St.Petersburg v.s. FC Spartak Moscow) Русский: Владимир Быстров в матче 7-го тура чемпионата России 2006 против петербургского «Зенита» (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
In case you have wondered where I’m hiding, picture a little whiny ball of pain curled up on the bed. That’s me. Except I can’t stay in a ball. I must constantly change my positions. It’s like those first few days when you know you’re catching something, you’re all achy, can’t think, pretty worthless to everyone. Can’t even stay focused on a book or television show. Too cold then too hot, dizzy–blech!
For me that is a flare, a fibro-flare that comes with fibro-fog. Nothing soothes the pain and it is ALL OVER!
It always comes as a surprise. I felt so good last week end and the first of the week. When my pain isn’t the major part of my life, I do things, fun things. I make plans. If I think of the pain, I almost think it was just a dream. Hey, maybe I could go back to work?! Maybe I could go on that awesome hike!
I did manage to go to my writers’ group on Wednesday evening. I had a great time. Even started a new story that was fun. But then by about 9pm I started fogging out. I couldn’t sleep all night. Thursday was a blur and that blur continues today. Grrrrr! I know I can’t get a job. I know I can’t make plans. Still, I try not to sleep my day away. I read small amounts, surf the web lightly, try to write down ideas of what I might like to do when the flare becomes more bearable.
After going through this for a few years, I do console myself with the fact that it doesn’t last forever. Along with that notion comes, when it is gone I am so wiped out that it takes a few days to recover. Then I can’t remember all the things I wanted to do once I got well. Any exercise routines must be started anew. All the tasks around the house that waited on me are still there. Then I am overwhelmed with what to do first, and I feel bad that what I want to do is run around the block, go to the park and play. I don’t want to do housework or boring stuff. Yet, at 63 the life of guilt hits me with the hammer. Then the cycle continues and no fun is had.
I must learn to find that happy medium. Maybe she can help me! 😉