Fibro Flare Ranting Brings Relief; Sometimes

Beware Ranting About a Fibro Flare

Been a bad fibro flare week. Yuck! Pretty sure an infection is kicking up into high gear and heading out on its road trip through my body. Wonder which route it will take this time…

Fibro Flare Rant Ouchie EyesSo far my eyes are looking like I had a wickedly good party, and my sinuses have started that all too familiar throb. I’m so tired that I can’t keep my eyes open, but once they flutter closed I can’t fall asleep. If I am lucky enough to finally drift off, a sound, no matter how gentle startles me awake.

I sit up and try again. Rinse n’ repeat as I like to call it. Try to focus on something in front of me, and slowly the eyes begin to close. Then my chin hits my chest, head lolls to the side and I begin to drift. A bird chirps somewhere and WHAM! I’m startled awake once again.

Fibro Flare Ranting For Relief

Argggggggggg! I freaking hate fibro flares!

Thanks for letting me rant. I really do try my best to keep things positive, but sometimes reality just plain and simply sucks! Especially, when you’re living with fibromyalgia. And, some days just letting go and getting it all off my chest is the best medicine. Am I right, or what?

Instead of painting on a smile and picking through a massive pile of negative for one teeny tiny itsy bitsy spark of a silver lining, sometimes it is ok to accept that there just really isn’t anything good about today except that it will inevitably turn into tomorrow.

Moan about it, groan about it and maybe even allow yourself to cry a little.

I mean, I’m not talking about allowing yourself to dive into some downward spiral where there are dangers of drowning in the deep dark depths of negativity. I just mean acknowledging that at a particular moment in time, especially during a fibro flare life is not fair and on this particular day it just plain sucks.

My Brindle Boy Leo Keeping me Company During a Fibro Flare
Misery Loves Company

Yesterday was an ok day, and I hope tomorrow will be great but today? Well, today is an awful day and I’m giving myself permission to not fake it.

I hurt everywhere and have sub-zero energy. I’m feeling miserable, and for a little while I’m going to allow myself to sit here uncomfortably in pain and be miserable.

So for now my fibro warrior friends I leave you with a quote from I Love Lucy “WAHHHHHHHHH”!

 

Take care and cheers to having fabulous fibro flare free days!

Shelley www.FibroFog.ca – Really appreciate it if you follow my blog

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Diagnosis Emotionally Depleted

Emotionally Smooshed

Ever been so emotionally pummelled that you feel like you just can’t breathe?

No fun, right? That’s where I’m at right now. I know, I know it’s up to me to get myself out of this funk. Rationally, I know that I have the power in me to NOT emotionally react the way that I am. Of course, it’s in there somewhere. Although, it must be real freaking down deep though, because I’m having a hard time reaching it.

Ever felt emotionally pummelled? Me tooBelieve me I’m trying. It’s like I’m on that rinse n’ repeat, rinse n’ repeat cycle. A loop if you will. Lie in bed, restless, itty bitty pieces of my heart floating around. My brain pounding, my heart throbbing, my mind rambling on and on and on it goes until almost daylight. Finally, at least some sleep.

Not great sleep, dreams wayyyyyy to emotional for deep sleep, but some sleep.

At this point I wake up groggy, but determined to smile. Exhausted, emotionally and physically. Even so, I drag out the tablet and get to work on a social marketing project.

Determination! I will turn things around and I will feel better today. In a little while, I’ll start smiling again. I will be inspired and I will be inspiring.

Ah it’s noon! I’m feeling and writing better. My pictures are brighter. Also, my posts are happier. There’s an optimistic feel about them that wasn’t there this morning.

And, Off We go Again…

Suddenly I remember, I made it to this point yesterday too. Much earlier, today took longer. STOP! Don’t do this! Must not start thinking about how everything emotionally unravelled yesterday. Most importantly, don’t bring yourself down. You have to do this! You have to emotionally pump yourself back up.

Think happy thoughts! Go to your happy place! You know, all that cliché crap happy stuff. Well, to be fair it isn’t actually crappy. Logically, I know it’s true but it is just tough getting there sometimes.

Then, sometimes it is beyond hell just trying to grasp onto one tiny glimmer of happy at all. Not even going to talk about how hard it can be to stay there.

Nevertheless, it’s the freaking emotional roller coaster ride that’s killer. I think I can, I think I can, runs through my head as I’m pulling myself up that steep never ending hill. I get to the top. Hands on hips, I beam as I survey the beauty surrounding me.

Wouldn’t you know it! Something beyond my control happens and WHAM! It’s a straight shot to the bottom again.

That is of course, the little white lie that I tell myself. It’s beyond my control, is a technicality that I’m using to try and fool myself. There is something that can be done to avoid the emotional wreckage. I know what I should do, I know what I probably have to do. In any case, it’s just not fair!

Then again, who ever said life has to be fair, especially emotionally?

Gentle hugs fibro pals xox

PS – Check it out → www.FunWaysToHeal.com come along on my experimental journey while I reintroduce some joy into my Fibro life.



People; Why So Mean?

Blargh! Blasted people!

I am in the habit of forgetting that not everybody is nice. Some people are just plain mean.

Swore I’d never do this, but it’s been eating at me. I am thinking that if I come clean maybe I can finally “let it be”.  Then I can skip happily off into the sunset leaving behind the toxicity. Ok so maybe when I said “skip” it was figuratively.

WHAT? Is with the rhyming?

Mean people blog post Book Cover Your Favorite Dr SeussI am no Dr. Seuss, he I am not. I swear it’s a coincidence, because to write it that way I did not plot. The words flowed from brain, to fingers (ever so slowly) onto the “white” page of a Word dot doc. This paragraph I wrote though, to get a chuckle or a laugh 😉

Oh goody the fibro fog is setting in. What the heck was I talking about?

Right I was about to release some flaming gas balls of fury, albeit with a wee bit of discretion thrown in.

I worked really really really really hard. I was dedicated to the point that people thought I owned the place. Some people still think that. I took something that was losing money. Worked extremely hard with an amazing team doubled the sales and turned a profit in under four years.

Then I got sick, so I had to work harder. Then I became even more ill. To the point that I had to stop working. A year later it became clear that I wouldn’t be able to perform in the same capacity as I had before Fibromyalgia.

I assumed we would discuss other possible jobs or altering my responsibilities to accommodate my newly acquired limitations. I know, I know best never to assume. Anyway, never heard a word, not so much as a thank you, take care nor a goodbye from the owners. It hurt!

Been hurt by people? Learn to let go of emotional clutterThere I said it. I admit that it hurt, that it still hurts. It ends now. I am taking ownership of my emotions and today I move on. I am after all the lucky one who got away from a highly toxic environment.

Yessssss! I feel better already. In fact YAWN, I think I’m going to have the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.

Spring cleaning time, and I am learning how to clear out my emotional clutter. No longer stressed; calm is best. There is room for nice people only in my life.

Take care, Shelley

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Backyard with Benefits

Backyard Family Adventures…

I kind of have to kick myself in the butt to get outside. Once I do though, I feel so good! Playing in the dirt, just plain makes me happy. I suppose it’s the perfect combination of sunshine, family time and an energy boost from Mother Nature.

My #Reuse Skills Just Keep Getting Better n’ Better…

Backyard Gardening Reuse Repurpose This winter we finally gave up and laid a cheap dresser to rest. Well, it fell apart AGAIN and enough was enough.

As the various pieces were being tossed into a dump pile, I got an idea. The drawers stacked 2 high might make pretty good garden boxes for the backyard.

Under the deck the dresser wreckage went. It was stacked on top of an old desk, counter, table thingy that I also planned on #repurposing.

Reusing an old desk for table top backyard gardeningThe previously enjoyed table was given to us in 2006. It’s seen many uses in its lifetime. In the decade that it’s been with us it has functioned as a retail display, used as a desk by a few of us and last acted as the foundation to Piggly Wiggly the guinea pig’s family home. Now it is going to help us grow food. #ReuseReuseReuse and then reuse some more!

Loving the Healing Power of Sunshine n’ Dirt…

Yesterday the weather was too perfect not to be outside. The sunshine was just right! So out in the backyard we went. Daughter kicking n’ screaming (maybe I’m exaggerating slightly but she was sulking), hubby grumbling and the dog so excited he couldn’t keep still.  Two minutes of sun and two improved moods later they were into it.

Who knew? That a backyard as tiny as ours could be so interesting to explore, felt like I was on a mini safari 😉 Guinea Pigs n' DandelionsOur backyard is covered in these real pretty yellow flowers that the bees and the guinea pigs love (not sure why but the neighbours don’t seem to like them 😉

DeeOhhGee trying to play ball with a garden snakeA family of garden snakes passed through on their way to the hot cement in front. The dog attempted to get the baby snakes to play ball with him (I kid you not). Our friend Robin the bird was hanging out in one corner. There is just so much life happening out there.

Never underestimate the healing power of nature, even in a tiny backyard. Besides at least this way, today I am hurting for a reason 😉

Thanks Russell Farms for the free dirt! 

A Tale of Two Years; My Fibro Tale

We begin this Fibro Tale two years ago this month…

A Fibro Tale My Fibromyalgia Life StoryLooking back to the beginning of my fibro tale. I don’t believe pharmacy was necessarily the wrong choice for me at the time.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the last two years it’s that no two single Fibro-tales are exactly the same. No two sets of triggers are exactly the same.

Every single one of us has a different Fibro tale to tell.

I had tumbled a little too far into the abyss and was dangling by a thread above the danger zone. So, I decided on the shortcut, quicker results to bring me back from the brink, both physically and mentally.

For this reason, I filled the first prescription. Which turned out to be the first of many more to come.  As one might expect given the circumstances, I needed to get “a little bit well” to tackle life head on again. So, I decided I would deal with the consequences later.

I don’t regret my choice other wise, I believe without medicine and the support of my amazing Doctor I might not be here today sharing my Fibro-Tale with you.

After overcoming some uhhhhh shall we call them set backs? A few months ago I finally decided it was time to start putting some of what I’ve learned about the many faces of my fibromyalgia to use. Now that the urgent stuff had been taken care of, time to try some new things.

100 Hand Lettered Inspirational Quotes
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I have decided to test the waters at decreasing the number of medications I am taking and to introduce some non-pharmaceutical healing “practices” into my life.

Why? I have finally reached acceptance. Two years into the fibro tale that is now my life, I am at last ready to meet the new me.

Until next time…take care my #SpoonieFriends. Please feel better soon. Shelley

PS – Click here for a list of my top 7 Fibro flare triggers. What are yours? Please share.