We begin this Fibro Tale two years ago this month…
Looking 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.
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
…or so my father used to say. For me it’s more like during a flare; another day another dollar less. Keep reminding myself that I must stay away from wallowing. These days it’s sooooo tempting to lie in bed and give myself over to the pain. That’d be so much easier than trying to remain upright.
Not going to do it; maybe some other day but not today. Today I will push through the pain, and swim to the surface. On the surface I shall remain!
First I’m going to pacify myself with a teeny tiny bit of complaining. I have laryngitis right now. That’s not the problem. The inability to speak above a whisper and the aching vocal cords are more of an annoyance than terribly painful. The problem is that, more than likely this is just a precursor of more fun things to come… those my friend are problems for another day.
Today I want to give a bit of an update. Last spring I ranted about an absolutely awful experience I’d had when applying for a government program. I won’t get into it except to say that it was so stressful I ended up spiraling deep into a flare. I have a hard time letting it go. Thinking about it is too upsetting. That was another day; a dark day.
It took months but I finally built of the courage to look into the program one more time. Glad I did because my most recent meetings went very well, and things have started to move forward. Slowly, but moving forward none the less.
I’ve met and will be working with two wonderfully supportive, empathetic, strong women. Things are moving forward and I hope to have really great news soon.
That’s for another day, though ….
Today I celebrate because I finally finished typing this and am about to hit publish 🙂