Having Fibromyalgia is like having an extremely annoying
sibling that never leaves you alone. It
just keeps poking and irritating you every day, 24/7. That’s probably putting it mildly. It’s far more than just irritating. It’s life-changing. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the very beginning
to see if I could see it coming. I want
to know if there were signs showing what the future would hold. I was only 10 years old when the chronic pain
started and from what I remember it seemed to just hit me out of nowhere. This is something I think about all the
time. It drives me crazy sometimes. A lot of people have Fibromyalgia because of
car accidents or other trauma. I wish I
knew exactly why I have it. Is it in my
family somewhere down the line? Is it
because my father’s side of the family has a history of Rheumatoid Arthritis? Is it because I got part of my pinky cut off
when I was 5 or because I got my hand smashed between two cement poles when I was
10? These are only a few of the
questions I have that will probably never be answered.This winter has been harder on me than ever before. Maybe it's because I had been feeling almost normal before the cold hit for the first time in years. Maybe this winter just sucks.
It's definitely been an odd winter here in West Texas. We've been getting Arctic fronts that last a couple of days at a time and rarely bring any kind of moisture. Every other day is filled with mild to warm temperatures during the day and freezing temps at night.
The tree pollen is insane and I've had horrible allergy and sinus issues since November. We've had way more wind and sand than snow and ice and all I can say is that it's just been different, even for Texas.
I hope I can survive the rest of this crazy winter. Another Arctic front is on the way for Sunday and this is supposed to be a big one so we shall see if we get the snow and ice this time.
To all of you who get tons of snow and ice I hope that you stay safe and warm! Gentle hugs and lots of love!
It's been a bad pain day and it just keeps getting worse. I should be cooking supper but I'm now stuck to my heating pad.
Days like this are so hard to deal with especially when there are tons of things I have planned. I stopped planning and committing to any activities outside of my home to try and avoid having to cancel last minute. That is the worst thing to have to do because most of the time folks aren't very understanding. The only things I like to plan are things like doing laundry, writing and other things around the house because it motivates me to do them. Of course on days like this there's not enough motivation in the world to allow me to function properly.
So here I sit, in pain, frustrated and bored. It's just another day in the land of the chronically ill.
Gentle hugs and lots of love!