Pain Dreams

Does anyone have pain dreams?  Mine started about 6 years ago.  Lately they have become more like wicked nightmares.  When I wake up whatever was hurting or got hurt in the dream is actually hurting.  I’ve found a few things about it, but there isn’t a lot of information about it.  

I’ve also had what others describe as hallucination dreams.  They say that dreams become more like hallucinations because of the issues we have with REM sleep.  There have been several occasions where I can’t remember if I did something or if I dreamed it.  It drives me crazy.

I just want to know if this is a normal thing with Fibromyalgia or if it’s something totally nonrelated.  So if anyone knows or has experienced either kind of dream feel free to share.

I hope all is well in everyone’s world. *Gentle Hugs and Lots of Love*

Get to Know Me or Forget Who I Am

I’m so irritated with everything that I don’t know where to start or if I even want to waste the time to write about it.  I guess I shouldn’t say everything, but certain people who still feel the need to make assumptions about my life and the way I live it.  Should I be flattered that these people think about me that much?  It’s getting to the point where I wish they would just forget who I am.  I know that sounds harsh, but all they do is hurt me over and over again.  It doesn’t matter what I say or what I do.  I don’t have the energy to keep trying to justify my actions so here it is one last time.

I have two chronic illnesses that were diagnosed by real doctors with real medical degrees.  I didn’t ask to be born this way.  I didn’t wake up one day and decide that my dreams didn’t matter to me anymore.  I can’t explain all the things I have to go through day after day in a way that would make you understand, because it’s just complicated and confusing.  Just know that I’m in pain every day all day.  I haven’t had a day without pain since I was 9 years old.  Sometimes the pain is tolerable and I can function to a point of what I’ve learned is normal.  This isn’t your normal…it’s my normal.  On these days that I call good days, I can get up and get dressed in something other than my pajamas, do my hair and makeup, do my laundry, I can work, I can clean the house…I can just be me.  I never know when I will have these days and sometimes I don’t even get a whole day.  I cherish every moment I have with minimal pain so on these days if you see me laughing and being active don’t assume that all the other days I’m faking being sick and don’t assume that I’m better.  I’m happy because for that moment I can mentally and physically tolerate the level of pain I’m in.

Some days the pain is so bad I question my ability to keep fighting.  If you think I’m exaggerating then you’ve never taken the time to truly get to know me.  Months before my diagnosis I prayed to die and I cried all night long.  I knew I was sick, but no one believed me. I was alone and I was scared and the pain was causing me to have the most horrible nightmares.  I was physically and mentally broken.  I thought things would change after my diagnoses and in some ways they did, but there are still those skeptics who don’t believe Fibromyalgia is real.  Seriously, would it be in medical journals if it wasn't?  I was diagnosed by a Rheumatologist with 30 years of experience and another Rheumatologist who was fresh out of school.  I didn't walk in there and say I have pain so they said oh it must be Fibromyalgia because your blood work is normal. They put me through absolute hell.  They bent or pressed on my entire body from head to toe. I could barely walk when I left there and I ended up losing my voice before the day was over because I was mentally and physically exhausted and the pain was horrible.

I’m getting tired and I’m just tired of going on and on about this again.  The bottom line is that I’m sick and I can’t do the things you do or the things you think I should do.  I’m still learning to cope so I would appreciate it if you could just back off and let me find my way because I’m the only one who knows what it feels like to be me.  I’m the only one who knows what I’m capable or incapable of.  The greatest blessing I’ve received since my diagnosis was meeting all of you who have Fibromyalgia too, because you all know what it feels like.  You cry at night for the same reasons I do and I find a lot of comfort in that.  I’m not alone and that gives me the strength to keep fighting.

I hope everyone is okay today. *Gentle Hugs and Lots of Love*

Super Bad Day

It's been one of those days again. My blood pressure has been low all day. I'm used to it being high all the time so it has me a little concerned. I thought that I felt bad whenever it was high, but in my opinion it's worse when it's low. I've been dizzy and abnormally tired. Oh and extremely cranky. I'm just not in the mood to deal with BS these days. I've been in a pretty bad flare so that's probably why I feel like I'm having a total malfunction. It doesn't help that the Polycystic Ovary syndrome isn't cooperating either. If I decide to run naked and screaming down the road will someone come bail me out of jail? Hey it's just a thought.

Anyways I hope all is well with everyone. I'm going to try to go to sleep. I'm hoping for a better day tomorrow. *Gentle Hugs and Lots of Love*