Distractions, Distractions, Distractions

I’m having one of those days, where I can’t quite keep up with my thoughts nor can I stay on track.  As I’m tackling one task, another pops into my mind which seems like more of a priority. So, then I flip to that one. While on the way to tackle the latest task (not having completed the other) I stumble across a couple more distractions.

I stop in mid track and change direction. Happens to the best of us, right?

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Distractions of the Great. New Yorker Cartoon

  Distractions of the Great

Published November 10, 1986
Each of four is thinking about something other than their art: Jane Austen, about her upcoming haircut; Verdi, about chocolate cake; Matisse, of a cat; Mme. Curie, of a beach scene.

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Sure we all get distracted and wander off track, to a degree but this inability to focus is way beyond normal. It is so frustrating not being able to get a grip on my thoughts; to keep them focused on just one thing.

It’s like I’ve lost yet more of me to Fibromyalgia.

Some of my greatest professional (and personal) attributes have weakened…

  • quick decision making
  • being able to multi-task
  • prioritizing
  • staying focused

Many days I’m able to reel it in, this ever wandering mind of mine.  Some days, like today though the distractions win out. I get frustrated and upset at not being able to stay on track. So many tasks get started and nothing gets completed. The more frustrated I get, the more easily diverted I am.

Until it becomes almost unbearable and then the exhaustion sweeps over me. You’d think that with the fatigue my mind would slow down, but it doesn’t.

Now I’m stuck with a racing mind, so many ideas, so much to do and I have no strength left. Sleep is not really an option because my mind won’t let me.

So here I sit as I continue trying to PUSH through this entry about distractions that I’ve been trying to finish for what feels like forever.

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Kicking and Screaming Toward the Half Century Mark

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The Dance of Youth

As I am reluctantly dragged, kicking and screaming toward the half century mark…side note: boy do I wish I had the strength to actually physically resist, kick and scream right now 😉 … I think of the many ways that I’ve changed.

I prefer to think of it (for the most part) as evolving. That I’ve become wiser as I’ve aged.

In spite of the many things life has taught me and my continued progress toward “wise old owl designation”, two things remain constant.

I’ve lived my life believing that honesty is the best policy and I feel joy when I’m helping someone.

You would think being diagnosed with the F word (Fibromylagia), has been the biggest hurdle I’ve faced this past year but it’s not.

I am working on acceptance. I am working at evolving. I am trying to build a new life. One where we co-exist, my buddy Fibro and me. I am learning to LIVE with Fibromyalgia.

Sorry…that’s another glorious part of my new life…difficulty focusing and easily distracted…now where was I?

Right, the biggest hurdle that I’ve faced and am still facing is having to deal with dishonesty in the guise of being helpful. It’s like a double whammy for me.

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I can’t imagine what it must be like to live a life posing as someone helpful, when in reality you’re doing the complete opposite.  It must be a lonely life.  I wonder what they see when they look in the mirror?

Now this, this is one of the ways I’ve become wiser. There was a time I would have wished bad things for someone like that, now I feel sorry for them.  Never knowing the joy of truly helping people.

You will not break me. I will never stop believing that honesty is the best policy. In the end honesty will prevail over lies, ALWAYS.

For so many years I had it wrong. Failure was an option. As long as I gave it my best shot, and so I will.

Fibromyalgia Ain’t Gonna Get me Down

I realize for those of you meeting me here for the first time,  your initial impression might be that I’m a complainer or ungrateful.  I am not.

I am thankful every single day for the many blessings I have in my life.  In spite of every little task taking so much effort, I am grateful that my health is not worse.

I am lucky.  I have my daughters, my husband, my family, my friends, my home, my dog etc etc etc!  I don’t have to face this alone.

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Lonely Hearts Club Band Oil Pastel by Shelley

That is one of the reasons that I started this blog.  So that anyone out there facing this obstacle called Fibromyalgia doesn’t have to do so alone.  I hope that by sharing my inner most thoughts and feelings others will have a place to do the same.  That, at the very least they will know they are not the only one.  A question I have asked myself quite a few times throughout this last year.

Don’t get me wrong, this blog isn’t exactly some selfless act.  It is, or at least what I’m hoping will be an important part of my healing process.  My first big step toward acceptance, I mean really accepting that I have Fibromyalgia.  That in spite of there being no cure, I can heal spiritually and mentally.  I can improve physically and I am trying to embrace the new direction my life has taken.

People who know me beyond my words here understand how important control is to me.  They know having a weakness (any weakness) is incredibly difficult for me to accept.  That I pride myself on always setting the bar beyond what might be considered attainable heights.

This blog FibroFog.ca is a place where I will share my journey as I take back control of my life.  I’m taking you along for the ride as I learn how to accept certain limitations without lowering my personal expectations.

I hope to make new friends along the way, and I hope others will share their own experiences while learning to LIVE with Fibromyalgia.

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Tired of Wishing my Life Away

Last month was awful. Not because of family, not because of friends, not because of anything that I can control but because of something that is a part of my life, like it or not.

Throughout this last year I have done my best to eliminate negative from my life. I find myself “testing” more and more of the self help advice floating around out there. Some of it works, some of it doesn’t . Either way, I figure it’s worth a shot.

When unavoidable stress manages to ooze into my life, I do my best to handle it. I do my best to avoid a Fibromyalgia flare up. I try to “Stay Happy & Be Positive”

I wished away most of last month. I just wanted it to be over and now it is.

November has rolled around, and here I find myself once again just wishing for this situation to be over; permanently resolved. Which also means I’m wishing my days away…again.

Each day of life should be cherished, not wished away. I know that…I will get back to LIVING. I will not let a couple of bad apples drain my life of joy.

See that picture up there? *The Hug; that’s what I’m going to learn to do. I will embrace each day and LIVE it to the fullest. I will no longer wish my days away!

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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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