[they say you can never be too thin...]
Okay, so I’m taking a short mental health break yesterday morning at my desk—after a really rough start to the day at 8am—and I’m reading some of my favorite blogs. Lo and behold, Lora over at fever is giving me mad props as she’s thanking me for the “Honest Scrap” award. Awww, shucks girl—your welcome. I love your blog.
Lora mentioned that she started reading my blog because I’m a fellow fibromyalgic: “I love her because she lives her life despite all these things” [fibromyalgia pain, etc.] Again thanks sister…. But I started feeling guilty cause I don’t think I have much pain, like so many sufferers I know. Then the rest of yesterday happened….
Not that it was particularly bad, but it turned out to be one of those days where I “hit the wall,” as I like to put it.
I spend my day answering phones and performing other administrative tasks for a team of doctors—I don’t get to move around as much as I should. So, as I was making my way to my car at about 10 after 5, the aches started. I got home and up to my apartment and plopped in my chair. Okay—where’s the Ibuprophen? I popped 800mg [perfectly safe per my docs] and made a bowl of pasta with parmesan for dinner. It hurt to eat it.
That’s when I know it’s bad. Real bad—ya know: WallMe
All I could do was crawl into bed. I hate when I get like this—there are things I want to do, NEED to do, but I’ve run out of reserves for now and need to replenish my supply somehow.
Of course this time of year is hectic and that stresses out those of us that deal with the vagaries of fibro. Add to that the play I’m directing—it’s getting down to the wire and I just keep seeing all the things that need to get done. Thank God I have my awesome friend Alan as my A.D.
So, anyway, I understand why I hit my latest wall—and I’m trying real hard to learn how to avoid the walls, but….
I was diagnosed with this thing 15 years ago and they don’t know that much more about it now than they did then. I don’t know if I have less pain and more fatigue than others or I’ve just gotten so used to pain that it seems “normal” to me.
Oh—and: Those Lyrica commercials piss me off—they seem so condescending. And who the f wants to deal with the side-effects they spit out at 90 miles an hour at the end of the commercial.
Can’t wait to see what my “normal” will be in another 15 years…..
All you can do it listen to your body and rest when it needs it. Sorry you hit the wall!! Especially when you have things to do.
ReplyDeleteHugs gently and Merry Christmas
SueAnn
aww,sueAnn--thanks. Hope you and yours have a Holly, Jolly Christmas.
ReplyDeleteDon't ask me why but I kept hoping that my late husband had fybromyalgia - nope he was depressed. I know both are bad and horrible.
ReplyDeleteThank you for saying what you did about the Lyrica commercials -- crap!!
I am just glad you don't have to suffer too badly. I have a couple of chronic problems but when measured against other diseases like fybromyalgia I have nothing to complain about.
Joanne--my late ex-husband was diagnosed as clinically depressed in 1999--we lost him to suicide in 2006. Mental health is another issue that doesn't get enough research dollars. It seems like if it's not a pill to give guys boners, they don't pursue it as eagerly.
ReplyDeleteAnd now Joe Lieberman has somehow managed to gut the healthcare reform bill. Sheesh.
I am glad you are taking care of you. I hope the pain shifts and you can do those things you need to and want to again.
ReplyDeleteI hit the wall yesterday. I hate the wall. The wall mocks me.
ReplyDeleteWhat's up with those Lyrica ads? I hate them too. My son asked me "Why don't you try that?" I said "Well, one of the side effects is fatigue, and I'm already fatigued, so I really don't want to make it worse." Yes, that's a brilliant idea. Let's give someone who's already tired a pill that will probably make them more tired, or at least keep the status quo. If all it's going to help is the pain, I can take Aleve for that.
I hear ya Amanda!. It's like the anti-depressants: "May cause depression..." WTF??
ReplyDeleteOh, my gosh when you said 'hit the wall' you sounded just like my sister. I knew exactly what you meant. My sister suffers from fibromyalgic too and like you she gets frustrated from her mind wanting to go, go go and her body not letting her. Well, I hope you got some down time during the Holidays and when the season ends you take some time to recover, which is what I tell her too!!!
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