Note: No the turkeys do not have Fibromyalgia, I DO! (and bad grammar too). Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and I am hosting for 16 members of my family. This is my fourth consecutive year doing so. I love hosting, and I love spending time with my family, and I would not willingly give up the honor of having them all here tomorrow, but there is always the Fibromyalgia to consider. It is always there, like a big-old-ugly party pooper just waiting to smash me with its mallet of pain. I have to consider it in everything I do, otherwise there is nothing left to consider, I am just down for the … [Read more...]
Wasting Time on a Monday
So I was feeling very uninspired today to write a new and original post. Instead I spent the morning reading some of my favorite blogs. Over at one of my favorites, I Read Banned Books, she did this fun little post that I am stealing from her. Of course these are all my original answers, skewed a little due to the angry-chronic-pain-girl thing I have going on today. TEN things you wish you could say to TEN different people right now: Thank you! Are you kidding me? Why? Really! Why? Where are you? I miss you. I wish I could help you more. You deserve better. You are … [Read more...]
The Commerce of Fibromyalgia
Have you ever read The Road to Wellville by T.C. Boyle? If you have not, you should. It is a wickedly comic novel written by the most entertaining of contemporary American writers. This whole business with Dr. Whitcomb, and his Lake Tahoe clinic, and his false promises of a cure for Fibromyalgia is reminiscent of it. The real-life Dr. John Harvey Kellogg is fictionalized into one of the main characters in Boyle's The Road to Wellville. You might know Dr. Kellogg from the Corn Flakes you crunch occasionally for breakfast. Yes, that most famous of breakfast cereals was actually invented … [Read more...]
Things I Love #2: Venting
Boy did that feel great! Yesterday I was a balled-up angry mess, but then I typed the word “pissed” 500 times and I felt much better! As I have said before, pain makes me angry. How could it not? Pain leads to all things bad in my world, so sometimes I have to just spew forth like an angry volcano and relieve some of the pressure and tension that has built up. Right now I can hear Rob cheering that I took it out on “Dr. Charlatan” and not on him. So since I felt so great afterwards (like I could have wrestled a buffalo and won), I decided to google the health benefits of writing and … [Read more...]
False Hope for Fibromyalgia Patient
Some days I just get mad. Today is one of those days. Hell, I’m not mad; I am pissed. I need to stop censoring myself just because I don’t want to offend anyone reading this. I am pissed! I’m pissed that I still have hope – hope that somewhere inside me there is still a vibrant healthy person, but everyday I feel myself slipping further and further away from her. I am pissed that I cannot just wake up in the morning and take control of my day. I am pissed that I can’t always finish the laundry when it needs to be done or scrub the damn toilet. I am pissed that my head and neck hurt so … [Read more...]