fibroFLUmyalgia… from bad to good

i am going out of my mind… it’s bad enough the weather is changing and every inch of my body seems to want to scream out in pain to let me know. it also seemed to be a good time to catch the flu. why not? why not get it all over with at the same time? i mean… let’s stop and pause for just a moment to think about why not:

  1. it’s not as if i haven’t missed enough time from work and
  2. it’s not as if laying in my bed 24 hours a day/ 7 days a week doesn’t thrill me to pieces and
  3. it’s not as if feeling like my head has been filled with cement is better than just the foggy feeling i usually have and
  4. it’s not as if my kids don’t love joining me in my bedroom for “mommy and me” time and
  5. it’s not as if that journey from my bed to the kitchen for my “once a day” trip out of bed doesn’t just make for a great “FIELD TRIP”! and
  6. it’s not as if the walls aren’t closing in on me in my bedroom and
  7. it’s not as if playing these same four facebook games don’t keep my interest, right? RIGHT?? and
  8. it’s not as if having the flu is really that bad… I mean it’s just aches and pains…

shit. it’s just aches and pains…. what the eff? if i thought my aches and pains were bad before… let’s just say TIMES TWO! i was not an 82-year old lady anymore, i was a 164-year old lady this week. a 164-year old lady that couldn’t sleep, had no appetite and was in excruciating pain. TIMES TWO.

this week, i was unable to walk the hall from the kitchen to my bedroom after dinner one night. it was a horrible experience. i was embarrassed. i was in shock really. it was as if i forgot how to walk. i could not lift my knees up to take a step so i just held on to my husband and literally scooted my way down the hallway in my slippers, one inch at a time. i had to stop three times to take a break it was so exhausting. meanwhile the tears are just rolling because i am in pain, i am frustrated, i am pissed off because i am once again put in this position of complete invalid. i feel the words at the tip of my tongue… “I AM PISSED OFF AND I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!!”, instead i just go lay down… take a few minutes to get it together and then call my son in to watch “grey’s anatomy” together and get my “mommy and me” time in. i cherish this time together like i cherish sleep.

this is when i realize… i am blessed. let me say that again. i. am. blessed. i have this beautiful child. my first-born. he is  a miracle child, he was almost lost to me during my pregnancy. he is a fighter, he has been since he was inside my belly. he had to fight to stay alive and he’s kept that attitude ever since. he’s an awesome kid. he’s graduating from high school this year and i must cherish every moment i have with him. so… screw this pain. don’t let this shit take away from my moments with him. i must remember this moment right now, this feeling i have right now. these are the moments to be cherished. you don’t get do-overs in life.

thank you for reading! time is so precious and i appreciate that you take the time to help me as i work through my experiences through my blog. this has helped me tremendously get through the days and nights.

stay cool!

is this fibromyalgia stuff catchy??

contagiousi know fibromyalgia is not contagious… but you would have really thought it was in my house this past couple of weeks…

i gotta tell you, God works in interesting ways… the last few months, my husband must have really really wanted to know what it felt like to be me. i mean he must have really been saying to himself (in bold and underlined one hundred times if this web editor allowed me):

husband: “i wish i knew what it felt like to be in pain 24/7 and not be able to sleep

[pretend insert me saying, to myself of course:  “what a complete idiot!“]

God’s response: “some wishes are really just too easy to pass up!

… and so begins the best blog topic to come to mind!

my wonderful husband has a pinched nerve in his neck/ shoulder area… we think. aha! so begins the quest for the real diagnosis… sound familiar? anyone? anyone?

about a month ago, while starting the mower and pulling that damn string or whatever the hell you call it, he pulled or pinched something. this started in the shoulder and then moved up to his neck, down his arm and now his finger is numb. he’s been to the primary dr. who told him he had a pinched nerve and gave him prednisone and vicodine. he felt pretty good for a week while on the meds… well… after the week, he stops the meds and boom! he feels like crap because he stops the prednisone and now he’s feeling the pain of withdrawal and pain of … well… pain! we’ve all been there.

meanwhile… i have started my new meds and while still having sleep issues, when i actually do sleep, i sleep very hard. you can’t wake me up unless you turn the house upside down. i am scary asleep… like he tells me he’s watched t.v., kids coming in and out of the room, lights are on, crazy loud in the room and i am sleeping through all of it!

strangely enough he has become the light sleeper and the one who cannot sleep. he is the one getting up in the middle of the night because the dog and i are snoring in stereo on each side of him. he is in pain and now he’s getting up, leaving the room and sleeping on the couch. what the hell is going on here?

he has now become a walking zombie. shit. now there are two of us in the house. we can’t really afford this. i mean, i’m high maintenance as it is. my husband does everything in the house and he keeps it all together. he is everything to me. what do i do if my everything is broken? i’m already broken. we can’t both be broken… can we? this fibro shit is not cool. and i’ll be damned if all of a sudden it’s contagious… noone told me it was contagious! i gotta tell you, he even had a little bit of the foggy brain… i was getting a little scared! two of us in the house with foggy brain? the kids would be running the house… ummmmmm, halo3 24/7 in one room and texting, tv and facebooking in the other. we better get our shit together! thankfully his foggy brain only lasted about 8 hours. enough time for him to get a complete understanding of what it felt like to be me.

start of week 2 of my ever complaining, can’t take the pain, husband… (did i just say that?)… and he is in some real pain (truth be told, he is in real pain, i do know and most importantly believe that). he calls the dr. and they tell him to come in for a follow-up appt. he told his dr. that he shouldn’t be in this much pain (good for him for putting his foot down with his dr!) and the dr. gave a referral for him to see a rheumatologist and to come back to see him to get a lidocaine shot which will take the pain away…. however when he sees the rheumatologist, she tells him his dr. should not have given him prednisone and that the source of the pain was in his neck not shoulder, blah blah blah… end of the day… he still doesn’t have a diagnosis. and those damn shots didn’t help a bit. can we fibro people relate? hell yeah!

he says to me… “i understand how you feel. i know this is small in comparison to what you feel, if God wanted me to know… i got the point! i can’t believe you have to go through this everyday… ”

i never would have wished it on him or anyone else. it definitely makes a difference that he understands, but i don’t want him to feel pain. emotional or physical.

i find it interesting that this has occurred. anyone else have this happen in their relationship?

thanks for reading! stay cool.