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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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.

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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.



Summer Sure BLASTed By

Didn’t Summer Just Start?

I can not believe it’s been three months since my last FibroFog post. Wow! Where does the time go?

In spite of multiple lengthy and sucky flares, I really have had a blast this summer. I sure hope you all did too.

Family Summer Outing First Roller Derby Scrimages These last three months for me, have been about enjoying my hubby, my daughters and my community.  It’s been about going new places, meeting new people and trying new things.  It’s been about self-discovery.

Did I have you going there for a minute? Of course I didn’t try roller derby, silly.

The hubby, kids and I did however get out and enjoy watching our first ever live roller derby event. Thanks for having us Candy Crushers!

Believe me I was tempted, quite a few times this summer to just give in to the pain. It was bad, a lot of time on crutches. More than once I contemplated backing out of our daily adventures (#StayCay with kids & hubby) but I didn’t.

Blouin Family StayCay Summer 2015I’m glad I didn’t. In fact, not once did I regret pushing myself out the door. I am lucky. My family believes me. Even though they can’t see my illness, they accept that it is real.

When I could walk, we walked. When I needed crutches we drove further and walked less. We explored around my fibromyalgia flare ups, and for that I am so very very grateful!

What a fantastic idea my husband had that the four of us staycation together this summer. Perfect for a limited financial budget and a limited supply of physical energy too!

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Dropping the F Bomb

There it was again…the “F” bomb and from a second Doctor no less. I had no idea what this fibrowhatchyamacallit was, but figured I should probably read up on IT. It would have to wait until later.

More importantly, I had to get back to work. Pushed through the fog while dragging my invisible cement blocks, painted my smile on and headed back in.

Fibromyalgia Search Results
Fibromyalgia Search Results

Later that night, I sat down (finally) to read up on IT. Wasn’t sure of the spelling, so I started with Fibro, sure enough there it was Fibromyalgia.

Read through the Mayo Clinic info. Everything was bang on but I knew better. Both Doctors were quite simply mistaken and that was that.

I pushed on…funny how a word becomes part of your life PUSH. I had to push myself to get up in the morning. For that matter I had to push myself to get up off the couch to go to bed. I had to push myself to get through pretty much anything and everything. The littlest things would zap me.

By each afternoon rolled around, I could hardly walk. My brain was so foggy I could hardly talk (sensibly that isJ ). My hands had become my enemy. As if burning, aching, and stinging wasn’t enough; they stopped listening to me and kept dropping things. It’s still difficult trying to describe the pain. Best I can come up with is, as the day progressed so would the pain. It would spread until every inch of my skin was hurting.

I had to visit my Doctor wayyyy too frequently. Rather than accept the “F” word I started to believe I was becoming a hypochondriac. That I could fix, Fibromyalgia I couldn’t. Every day there was a new pain in a new place. Every night I got less and less sleep.

Then life became unbearable. There was no pleasure, only pain. I had no choice, I finally accepted that I had the “F” word (doesn’t mean I have to say IT). After acceptance I was able to begin learning how to LIVE with Fibromyalgia.

Every day I am learning to accept that I have limitations. I have to figure out what they are, sometimes the hard way. This month was a major set back, but that’s ok it’s almost over.

As the saying goes….this too shall pass.  I’m back on the right path again.

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Stressed to the max

It’s like a never ending loop…get stressed, get sick, get sore, become more stressed, become sicker, become more sore.  Then rinse and repeat. The more I’m stressed, the less I sleep, the more likely I am to get sick. I know  it, I live it, I have accepted it and over the past year I’ve become better at dealing with it.

I had made so much progress physically and emotionally and then Wham!  Out of what seems like nowhere, suddenly it’s like I’m living a nightmare. I’m stressed to the max, I’m hurting, I’m not sleeping and now I’m sick. I’m only human and I have my limits.

Hopefully Monday & Tuesday will be a turning point and I will be able to get back on track.  Back to healing, back to learning to LIVE a new way and maybe even back to smiling again.

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In spite of everything I have met some new people that are genuinely kind and are doing their best to help me.  For that I am grateful.