I had got a phone call from my doctor’s office on Friday to check on me and see if the last med modification had helped with my flare-up’s. Which it didn’t and I told her that the new cream I have does absolutely nothing. She of course has to put the info on doc’s desk for him to review and they will be calling me soon with new information from the doc. Friday night my daughter had a double-header which the weather was just freezing for. I felt like I was in an ice box the whole time. Which might have had something to do with my fibro. It can do that. Don’t get me wrong because everyone was really cold but I was a little ridicules. 3 blankets plus a sweat shirt and a jacket. Then Saturday was my daughters slumber party which was 5 of her friends from school and Sunday I took the group of girls to Magic Mountain, McDonald’s, Rue 21 and to the pet store to play with the animals. Monday morning I had to get up at 4am for work. I was just so exhausted to the core due to everything over the weekend. Thank God it was a slow day. My Doctor’s office calls me back while I’m at work and tell’s me that my doc had really hoped my Rheumatologist had helped more and that he really doesn’t know what else to do to help me. So he’s going to refer me to a pain management and will give me a call back once they do that. I was so confused because he had talked about other options with me in the past. Like simply upping the meds im on or even switching over to another group of meds and trying them. which is actually the group of meds that he thinks I’d need. but nope. Because I suddenly get that he don’t know how to help me and is sending me to pain management. Like wait, what?? I felt so helpless, unwanted, lonely, sad, scared…ect. I went home and just layed in bed. Skipped my daughters game and just cried. Cried because of my feelings and cried because all of this had caused me to have a bad painful flare-up. I cried and slept for hours. My family didn’t even have a clue. They just thought I was sleeping because I had got up at 4am that morning. They usually don’t have a clue of what i’m going through though. They only know what I tell them. Which I guess is how it is with an invisible illness. Not that they understand anything that I do tell them. Fibromyalgia is so hard to explain. Plus I always feel like I’m being a cry baby. I hate feeling that way. The next day I felt much better, but with leg cramps all day. My husband and I had the day off together which was great. He had woke me that morning with kisses all over my face. Best way to wake up and I defiantly needed that. I felt so loved. I love that man so much it’s crazy. Kids were at school. House to our selves. Nice quite and calm. He worked on our daughter’s remodeling of her room and I tried to just take it easy. Now here I sit Wednesday morning. my second day off. Everyone is gone. House to my self. So quite and peaceful as I sit here Writing.
Pregnancy,,,, That feeling of someone you love like no other growing inside of you. Nothing can compare, NOTHING!! Oh my, but again pregnancy… ugh side of it. Uncomfortable, sweaty, nauseous, constipation, vomiting, miserable, giving birth…ect, but then that beautifully perfect baby in your arms after. Do I really want to do all of that again or not??? IDK. ugh… I was so sure I was done and I have 2 wonderfully imperfect but perfect for me children. Actually teens… But why do I suddenly feel so confused? I was fine and then my husband got a vasectomy. I guess growing up I always assumed I’d have 3 children, although im not sure why I always assumed that. Plus I always wanted a boy first because I always wished I had an older brother. I have no clue why about that either. I’m the oldest of my 2 sisters and step sisters. All together there was 7 of us. Plus 5 God siblings who half grew up in our home as well. Also very close cousins around all the time. One of which is finally older than me and more like my big sister, whom is dear to my heart. My childhood was loud, full of children and great memory’s. Anyway, I did have a boy first. Naven, whom is almost 17. Then my daughter Rylie whom will be 13 on April 28th. After we had her life just did it’s thing and kept moving on. At some point I felt like yep I’m done. Then I got Custody of my nephew Kaegen for a few months after birth. Then my mother took over custody. His whole life my mother and I have been parenting him. So I always say I have 2 1/2 kids. He will be 2 in june. So I felt for sure I was done having babies’. Kaegen was the hardest and still is the hardest child I’ve ever taken care of. So please no more babies’… Right??? Oh man the images and thoughts that have run through my head since his vasectomy. What is wrong with me??? I almost told him I now want another baby. Ughhh. I think the possibility being gone scares me. I didn’t want anymore but having the option made me feel secure. So now what? Do I have another baby because I’m scared I might someday regret not having one? Will I always have this feeling? Or will this feeling pass? Ugh. Plus having fibro will make everything so hard and I already never know what my day to day life is. I just hate the feeling of all this confusion in my head…
I hate fibromyalgia, I hate fibromyalgia…… UGH. So I’m still in a fibro flare. My whole body hurts. Everything, everywhere… So I almost forgot why I started this blog, other than the fact that I love to write. It of course was because of my fibro. Which I’m not sure if you know that i hate. So fibromyalgia is really still new to me. I had never even heard of it untill I got it. I know my sister has had it for years and had told me probably a lot, I’m not sure, but i never even really heard her because I don’t remember her saying anything fibro. All i heard was something is wrong. I guess because I never heard of the word fibro so it just never stuck with me. Then back in 2012 I noticed something was different with me. Then I realized something had to be wrong. my wrist hurt when I write and craw or put pressure on them. I was also exhausted all the time. Everyone would always say that it’s just because I was getting old. Mind you I was only 33 years old. As time went on I felt worse, but just dealt with it the best I could. Then in the summer of 2015 My life changed a lot. We bought a new home which was amazing and I got custody of my sisters brand new baby boy Kaegen whom I call Boogie and or Jax. 🙂 I no longer have custody of him, but he is very much in my life.
Anyway after having him for almost 3 months I was in a lot of pain. The pain got worse daily. I was so afraid I might drop him because I had lost strength in my hands and dropped things often, I still do. I was in so much pain by august of 2015 that I would lay there and cry all the time because NOTHING would help take the pain away anymore. I went to doctor after doctor and had test after test. Finally I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia. What the heck is fibromyalgia?? So I researched it like crazy. After time I realized i needed to change some things in my life, the certain way I may do things and simply change the way i live my life.
I also like to talk about my fibro. I feel like I just want the people who love me to know what it is. To know whats wrong with me and I really thought they would want to know everything, but finally one day I had the realization that others really don’t want to learn about fibromyalgia. That all they want to know is my diagnoses and that I’m getting help. I mean they want me to be ok, but that’s about all they really care about. Although I had that realization it still hadn’t clicked that they also don’t really want to know about my current pains and issues. So, I would still talk about them. Like today. I’m in such a fibro flare. I’ve been having issues the last few days and every day I’ve gotten worse. My flare is worse today than yesterday and will be even worse tomorrow than today if I don’t get some rest. So I’m happy I’m off tomorrow.
It’s so hard to explain what I’m actually going through. Everything from head to my toes hurt. I feel ach’s, cramps here and there, numbness, tingling, brain fog, exhaustion, emotional, tired,… ect. Bla, bla, bla….Best way to explain is to say that I feel as though I have the flu, But we know I’m not that lucky. I wish that’s all that was wrong with me. Ugh. I’ve followed all my medication directions during flare up’s. (I have different flare up directions to follow from my doc.),but a big helper to calm my flare is to relax. Relax, relax, relax. Which I had to work the last couple of days and we had our Easter holiday. So family things going on. Which I love, but I have come to learn that relaxing does more for my fibro than I had ever imagined possible.
Anyway, I had then realized nobody really want’s to hear about my suffering either. Which does hurt my heart because I already feel so alone and scared because I actually am alone in this fibro world. I always wish I could like put a blanket over the people who love me that would let them know what I feel for a day or even half of a day, but something so that they really know. Like a Harry Potter fibro cloak. Especially because they don’t even ever seem to care that I’m in pain and or hurting. Nobody ever seems to acknowledge that I’m hurting and suffering which hurts me so much. Makes me so sad and lonely. Don’t get me wrong because sometimes I get some kind of act of care, but not often. and sometimes my daughter will out right get annoyed at me for asking for help and mad once I demand it. So I thought Maybe I should write my fibro experience in a blog. That hopefully I can also help someone and or teach along the way. So I try not to talk about my fibro issues so much anymore and just write about it. Well I guess I didn’t realize I still do. My daughter who is so rude told me that she’s sick of hearing about how my clothes don’t fit me and I can’t find nothing to wear. That I talk about it every single day over and over. (Which that’s due to my recent weight gain because I quit smoking last July.) Also that she’s sick of hearing about my fibro over and over every single day and that it’s all I talk about all day every day.Her little mean attack started because I had said I don’t feel good and she replied with ugh, I don’t care and then she went on to tell me what I wrote above. So of course I cried. That really did break my heart. She then has the nerve to ask me whats wrong. I thought Really??? although I didn’t answer her. I just came to my bed room. Then I remembered that’s why I started the blog. To help others and to not drive the people around me crazy. So here I am. I truly hope I help at least one person.
My leeeegggggsssss. UGHH. I don’t know how much more I can take. They have hurt for days. I’ve been taking the extra meds for my flare up’s and using the topical cream, but my legs just dont feel any better. Day after day. This ach inside both of them. Especially my shin bones. And the cramps. Big and small. Pain 24/7. I’m just so sick of it. So sick of feeling like crap all the freaking time. so sick of exhaustion. So sick of struggling to live my life. So sick of all this pain all the f-ing time. So sick of this stupid fibromyalgia … I HATE YOU FIBRO!!! I’m sure that lacking sleep doesn’t help me any either. Waking up at 4am for work is tough. I sure hope I get a raise soon. Tomorrow’s Monday so I hope we are slow so that I can take it easy. I’m not sure how fast I can move right now anyway.
On another note. Easter was great! Family and fun. Huge easter egg hunt, food and games at my cousin’s house. They live way out in the country near water so of course I find ticks on me and I freak out every time. Ticks are my phobia . I just can’t deal. You would think that if you hear someone screaming that at least one person would come help me, but actually they all just stand there and stare at me. Every single time too. I hate to seem so wimpy because usually I’m not, but I just can’t help it. I hate ticks and they scare the crap out of me. Otherwise we had a blast. Easter was great!! Now i’m laying in my wonderful bed with my baby Batman. He’s our black kitten. Well he’s not much of a kitten anymore. Growing like a weed.but he’S still my baby. Always laying on me.
My cousin’s baby shower was today. Her first child. A baby girl. Naming her Willow Ann. How cute. She got so many gifts. Especially clothes. Yes we did play some baby shower games and one we played was where blindfolded children feed applesauce to adults. My wild child got to feed me. I knew I was in trouble from before we even started. I kept trying to switch children because I knew my daughter would take advantage of this opportunity to get me good and boy did she because as Soon as they said start my face was covered. I ended up having an applesauce shower. Which my daughter did on purpose. All she could do is laugh at me as I try to wipe it all off of me. Hopefully it helps my skin and hair. I did tell her that payback is coming. The party wore me out real fast though. Fibro tired. I found myself sitting in a chair feeling exhausted. So I knew to slow my pace as much as possible because I don’t wont to cause a fibro flare. They are the worst. Ugh… Now im resting in my bed. My favorite place.
Today was the first day I had to wake up at 4m for my new hours at work. At first I was alright. Then at 6:30 I got real tired , but finally it past. Then my food order came in so that kept me real busy for a while. I was just tired all day. Finally on my way home at 1pm I felt like I might fall asleep at the wheel. So I rolled the window down and turned on some music. Which actually did help. I couldn’t nap when I got home. Too much to do. Plus my daughter had a ball game tonight at 5pm so I couldn’t chance sleeping through it. Which by the way was a good game. My daughter for some unknown reason swung the bat with only one hand and at the very moment she began her swing she said “oh crap” which everyone could here. It was so crazy funny. Everyone there was laughing. Coach said ” you’ll never see that again “. We will never let her live that one down. Ha ha. I’m finally home in my bed. My favorite place to be anymore. I’m so sleepy, wore out, brain fog feeling, and pains here and there. ugh. Guess I can finally close my eyes. Good night world..
So today was a good day. My daughter and I had a nice time shopping at Kohls and then later she had a softball game. She plays for her school and I told her in the beginning of the season that if she hit the ball in the grass that I would give her $20.00. So guess who hit the ball in the grass tonight? Yep, my daughter and now I owe her $20.00. I’m so proud of her though because She really did play great tonight. I need to remember to take my chairs that I have for softball because them benches are so rough. I got my fibro cream in the mail today. I’ts for my flare ups. That way when ever I do have a fibro flare I can attack it from the inside and out. Which really sounds to good to be true. So I really hope it works. Well, I’ve got to start getting up at 4am tomorrow for work. The new management changed my hours. 4am to 1pm. Man this is going to be hard. Well, untell next time.
Snapchat, Snapchat oh Snapchat. Well first off I’m really not the greatest with all this technology, but I do try to do it. Sometimes my kids have help me. Which they think is funny. Well, from time to time my daughter comes and takes all these fun animal and crazy pictures with me. Which I love. Mostly because of the nice quality time with her because I don’t get it as much now that she’s hitting her teens, but also because it is fun. After awhile I see the pictures everywhere. I finally realize they come from an app called Snapchat. So I downloaded the app. I tried using it on my own, but coudn’t figure anything out so my daughter had to help me. The last time she was helping me she went into a page of friend request’s that I guess I had sent out somehow. Which I still dont even know how to do. Anyway a request went to my daughters best friends single dad. I freaked because its just wierd right? So we deleted the request but apparently not in time. I guess he saw the request and was wierded out. Told his mother about it and she only said well, is she pretty and single. Which Im happily married. Well the kids think its the best funniest thing ever and only laugh about it.
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So I had a pretty good day. Minimal pain. A lot less than a few days ago for sure. Had to take my son in to see his doc for a well check. Him and I ate lunch at White Castle. So yummy!! After our wonderful lunch we stopped at Marshals and got him a nice new pair of high top Jordans. He was in love with them. :)) Came home and my daughter had cleaned the whole house and done up all the laundry. She even cleaned up the yard. Such a sweet girl. I love her to pieces. My sister and her youngest daughter stopped by for a visit. We had such a nice time. Talking about life, playing with the kids. She also helped me cook dinner and even taught me a few things. Anyone who knows me knows I can’t cook very well. Which is a family joke in my house. Honestly, I myself would even rather eat someone else’s cooking. On the other hand my sister Cheryl can cook great! I defInItely was glad to spend time with her and my niece. I miss that. We grew up so close then somewhere a few years ago we drifted apart. But lately we have begun to talk on the phone a lot more and visit each other. Even doing things together. Which brings joy to my heart. I LOVE YOU CHERYL ANN!!
Yes, the fire alarm and, the fire alarm. Yep that was my day at work and oh my it went on forever. So at work we have brand new owners and brand new management. well, someone accidentally sets off the fire alarm. The never-ending fire alarm… Go figure that nobody knows how to shut that thing off. My manager did try everything he could but nothing helped. He called everyone in the world but still no silence. Finally the fire marshal shows up to help. After about another 20 minutes of nauseousness they figure something out because it’s silent. YES!!!! I hope to never hear another fire alarm ever again. Unless there really is a fire because I do want to live after all. 🙂 That thing ended up going off for a good hour total. I’m so glad to be home.