dachshund<\/a> in labor (they never give birth during the day!)…another birthday coming up, complete with a party…more music…<\/p>\nWell, that about sums up my life since the first of October! (And that is not including homeschooling, grocery shopping, laundry, cooking meals…you know, regular, everyday life).<\/p>\n
Where does the Fibromyalgia fit in??<\/h3>\n
Every-single-day-<\/p>\n
Every moment of the day and all in varying forms.<\/p>\n
Recently my body locked up from the neck down-which lasted about 30 minutes, making me feel like I was literally in cement-(which is the fourth episode of that this year).<\/p>\n
Every day my joints scream at me…and most days it takes a lot for me to function (brain fog).<\/h3>\n
This renovation we are doing inspires my creative genius, giving me a drive to get it done, which, in my experience, makes me think that creativity is a form of natural “drug” to help (at least me) get through my life of pain.<\/p>\n
But when the day is over and my body is tired, that pain seems to multiply and overtake me.<\/h3>\n
It is a roller-coaster ride of never-ending pain!<\/p>\n
There may be days (especially gloomy, cold and wet ones) where all I desire to do is curl up with a blanket and do…nothing. However, my life is not conducive to doing nothing.<\/p>\n
I must be all things to everyone in my life…<\/h3>\n
Some days I am a little slower.<\/p>\n
Some days it does not all get done.<\/p>\n
Some days drilling math facts, reviewing vocabulary and spelling words and reading out loud to my kiddos is all I can muster.<\/p>\n
Some days I’m like the Little Engine that Could and I say to myself “I think I can…I think I can…I think I can…”<\/i><\/p>\n
I have yet to hear myself say “I knew I could…”<\/i> without the pain from what I did…<\/p>\n
But, it is my life and I am thankful for it-pain or no pain.<\/p>\n
No pain?<\/p>\n
I wonder what that would be like??<\/i><\/p>\n
Have a blessed day and be sure to be the reason those around you smile!<\/p>\n
~The Fibro Momma of Ten<\/p>\n ","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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