This I thought as I swept…dreamily thinking of a beautifully manicured yard as my mind trailed off….and my body did not follow.<\/p>\n
Yep, that’s right. My body locked up.<\/p>\n
Not right away, of course.<\/p>\n
No, it tricked me into thinking I might actually be able to enjoy working outside again.<\/p>\n
And then the pain hit me at about the same time my Navy son called me. (He just got back from deployment last week!)<\/p>\n
“Hey, Mom, what are you doing?”<\/p>\n
Well, that was not a question I wanted to answer…I knew he would not be happy with me. He may live over a day’s drive away and may have just come home from a six month deployment, but I knew he would not want to know what I had really been doing.<\/p>\n
Of course I told him…<\/p>\n
…Of course he told me…<\/p>\n
…to STOP…<\/p>\n
“Make a list,” he said,\u00a0 “Of everything you need done and when I get leave to come home, I will do it.”<\/p>\n
Well, now, that sounded like my son had grown into a man while he’d been gone.<\/p>\n
Tears stung my eyes from being proud of my son and how much he cares for his Momma.<\/p>\n
I admit, I knew I should not have even picked up the broom. This is my battle continually. My old self and the new one. Fibromyalgia steals away your old self and replaces it with, well, pain. Pain everywhere, all-the-time.<\/p>\n
I promised my son I’d behave and pace myself. I promised I would sit and enjoy the sunshine.\u00a0 After all, my sweet girls wanted me to sit with them and do that anyway. I should have listened….<\/p>\n
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