Hey there:
...and I am not talking about labor pains. Just a short note tonight to take out my frustrations with my dreaded fibryomyalgia. It has been getting a little worse all of the time. But the last few weeks have been the hardest. I was off today, my one of a very few Fridays to get ready to scrapbook. I was suppose to go and see my babies and my grand babies this weekend but had forgot I booked this weekend back in early summer. Anyway, I was so very excited to go and scrapbook my wonderful memories with my awesome friends.
Yesterday at work went fairly well. Actually better than the day before. I was hopeful for what the weekend would bring. I made Funeral Potatoes for the family. They turned out really great. I then started to get my pictures & papers ready. I was going to scrap all day and the actual scrap started at 6:00 p.m. I worked on my pictures and tried to get some more printed off. It got late so I thought I should go to be, actually David thought I needed to go to bed. Because it was late I didn't take my sleeping aids. I hated waking early and being groggy or cranky. I went to bed, the heat was tremendous, and of course I couldn't sleep. I got my book and read until I thought I could drift. Putting down my book I realized I had to pee so I went and when I came back I was...you guessed more awake. I was in much pain so I took something for it and read some more. Dad got up around 3 to go to the bathroom and I thought this night was never going to end.
I picked up my book and went down to dad's chair are read for the rest of the night. I had to take Dad to work and by this time I would barely walk. Every inch of my body hurt. I dropped dad off and cried most of the way home. What a dreaded hurtful disease. I really don't have the right to complain as there is so much more dreadful events hitting homes and family of people that I love and people I don't even know.
I tried to get ready to go to Deb's but I just could hardly move so I sat down and ate a bowl of Cheerios. After that I tried again and ended up back in bed for a few minutes. Then I couldn't stand it so I took my sleeping aids and tried to get some sleep before scrapping. I slept probably an hour or so. Without my scrappin stuff I went over Deb's and I was me by my road buddy and a big smile and a hug. Isn't it strange how small acts of kindness can help make one feel much better that 12 Tylenol & Excedrine. Thanks Amy. I stayed for awhile and talked with my dear friend Deb. She has been with me through so much and she is still there for me. Most of the time I don't feel like I have much to give her. But...I do luv her so much.
I can remembering being with others with this dreaded disease and some of them were almost bedridden. I said I am not going to be like that. They just must not want to get up and head into "life". I now know how they were feeling. Do I still want to head right out into "life"? You betcha. More than ever. Maybe now just a little slower.
Sorry for sounding pessimistic in this. Sometimes I just want you to know how I feel and this is one of those days. Count your blessings that I haven't gone on about for the last could of "really" bad weeks.
Much luv and hope your days continue to be HAPPEE.
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