I am in the middle of a Fibromyalgia flare. Usually I have an idea of what caused it, but this time nothing I did comes to mind. Usually the flare only lasts a few days. So far I am on day four.
I can try to psycho-analyze it; maybe narrow the options and get a clue.
Maybe it is from sitting at my desk teaching last week. Coming off the holidays where my schedule was anything but structured, I am sure sitting for hours at a time trying to recreate structure wreaked havoc on my body.
Perhaps it is from the weather which has the temps barely reaching 20 degrees by day. It is winter, after all.
Maybe it is the stairs in my house that make it practically impossible for me to use, but must use, daily.
Maybe it is just living life, one day at a time, and this flare isn’t actually a flare, but the new normal I am supposed to become accustomed to.
The Flu just went through my house. I escaped the event, but having Fibro, I feel like I always have the flu anyway-minus the high fever. At least when you have the Flu, the symptoms eventually go away and you sleep…sleep…sleep.
NOT so with Fibromyalgia.
So, whether flare or life, I am suffering. I will never get used to not being able to sit comfortably or get up from a chair easily, sleep well or at all, or walk without my joints screaming at me.
But, life must go on. And go on, it does!
My family is a blessing to me and without them it would be much harder to handle the challenges Fibro throws at me.
I am a Fibromyalgia Warrior. I CAN fight this battle. (I do everyday)
So for all you Fibro sufferers out there, you CAN do it. One moment at a time. One day at a time.
God bless- The Fibro Momma of Ten
