Living Daily with Fibromyalgia

Ripe Peaches and a Fibro Day

Yesterday we drove just over 1.5 hours away to play music at a nursing home. As always, it was great fun meeting the residents and playing music! Then we all stopped at our favorite place-Cracker Barrel- for dinner. Does anyone NOT like that place? Seriously, it is the best! (Just saying!) Afterward,  we headed farther East to play music at a church. That was also a fun time! At 11pm we pulled into our driveway, unloaded four kids, two younger adults and two parents and equally as many instruments, sound equipment and other things from the day. At midnight this Momma lay down and waited for the pains to crawl out and eventually I drifted off to sleep.

At 6am this morning I groggily (is that even a word???) pulled myself up as those morning aches tried to overtake me. 45 minutes and a cup of coffee later, I was trying to get my mind to function when I suddenly realized our peaches we ready to be done! Needless to say, my day was now outlined for me and  that is how the day was spent! 2 Bushels of ripe, sweet, juicy peaches were put in the freezer. My thirteen year old daughter decided we just HAD to make a peach pie for her daddy before we could stop! (Maybe before SHE could stop! I think I never started!!!)  The mess got cleaned up and I collapsed onto the recliner for a 20 minute refresher (Did I just type refresher? One must be able to be refreshed to have a refresher. I will debate that later)….and as my body still screams at me to stay put, I am now headed to make dinner. My Basil is beautiful and I have been wanting to make this great Italian pasta dish with fresh Basil. Why not today? I feel like the Little Engine that Could. You remember that story? I don’t think I should wait to make this amazing dish…but my body says….NO and my tastebuds say YES!…now, THAT is a battle. The tastebuds win!

My joints say, NO WAY as up the stairs I trod…”I think I can, I…think I…can, I….think….I…can……I………thi….”

 

The peach pie my daughter made

 

It’s just a constant battle: me against my body; my passions and my dreams and what I want to do with my life, against what I am now physically able to do.”

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