I had hoped to write about my lunch when it was still fresh in my mind, like last night. But my fibromyalgia had other ideas. So I’ll try to do my best today. Just remember, I may still have a bit of “fibro fog” going on.
My husband had his usual half day on Wednesday, so he was home by 12:25. Unfortunately, he’d had a meeting that ran until 12:10. He usually leaves at 12:15. He wasn’t in the best of moods when he got home. I had hoped we’d have time to stop at CVS and print a couple pictures of my stepson and his girlfriend before we met his parents for lunch. Change of plans based on his mood. He gets stressed when we have a specific meeting time; he doesn’t like to be late any more than I do, but especially when we’re meeting his parents. I think he still feels that need to impress your parents that many can empathize with.
On the way to the restaurant, he also let me know that his “check engine” light had come on during his one mile drive home, so he would be taking my car the next day for work. He needed to travel offsite and didn’t want to drive that far with a potential problem waiting to occur. Okay; right now I was functioning on “yes, dear” mode just a bit because I wanted him to relax and enjoy lunch. We could deal with the specifics that evening.
Lunch was good, as it always is at Zorba’s. Pizza and Greek specialities, could you tell? No pizza for any of us though, we’re all being careful of our weight. I admit I was a tiny bit disappointed when the in-laws who “like me better” didn’t seem as impressed as my husband had been that his son’s girlfriend “liked me better” than his ex-wife. Oh well, that will teach me to have expectations of other people’s responses. I should know better.
After lunch we went to their house for a bit. We were giving them our old digital camera and wanted to show them how to operate it. Have you ever tried to explain something to someone that has become second nature to you? I don’t think about how to use the camera, I just do it. That made for some fun. Good thing I had the manual to give them, too. Dad-in-law used to be a draftsman and I think he’ll do real well with the book next to him. They were really excited to have a camera where you can see if the picture you just took should be kept or erased. They hate waste and would get frustrated with film, when you might get 4 good pix off a roll of 24. And, by the time they finished a roll of film, taking as few pix as they do, they didn’t remember what was in the beginning of the roll! Now they can see what they have and print only what they need.
After we played with the camera a bit, we turned on their huge, flat-screen H-D television to watch some of the Red Sox game. Sox weren’t doing very well, though they were trying to mount a come back. It gave us something to talk about, since Mom-in-law has become a serious Red Sox fan in her older age. When we left, the Sox were down by 1 – so we put the game on in the car – AM radio – static and all. But they lost. I was starting to lose, too; I was losing the battle with the headache and aches in my legs that had started before lunch.
We ran a couple of errands anyway. A trip to Staples to spend the $5 off coupon on a purchase of $5 or more that they sent me online. Bought a ream of paper that had a extra 100 sheets with it ($4.99) and a box of crayons on sale for $ .05. The crayons will go out to Pine Ridge Reservation at some point. Our total, with tax, was $ .04! Not a bad deal. Then to WalMart for a couple of gift cards for long-distance birthdays.
By the time we got home, I knew the fibromyalgia was intent on having its way with me. I tried to relax for a bit, then sat down to do this writing but it never happened. A new pain decided to start up when I sat in the desk chair. Pain in my right knee that was probably not all fibromyalgia but also my knee very unhappy at having hauled the SFG (short, fat girl) up and down stairs too many times in the past few days. We SFG’s should know better than to do a lot of stairs, I guess, but someone had to do the laundry. Mom-in-law has had really bad knees for a long time (including one replacement), so I’ve seen what that can be like. Lots of pain. Well, damn, I think I have enough pain already. Don’t need to add any new ones. So I’d better start taking care of the knee now. (In fact, that’s some of what the weight loss center program is about for me.)
At that point, I gave in and took pain meds and muscle relaxant. “We don’t need another hero!” I sat in the recliner and tried to find something to watch on TV. The Sox had played an afternoon game, and I really didn’t care about the other baseball teams playing. There were no interesting new shows and really no worthwhile reruns. Summer TV stinks! I finally settled on The Learning Channel (TLC). They were having a medical show marathon.
The first show was “Big Medicine” and the info said, “Extra EMT’s needed to move an 800 lb man to the hospital.” Hmmm ….. It turned out to be a show about a bariatric father/son practice. It mixed the diagnosis, actual surgeries and after care. I got to see the gastric by-pass on the 800 lb man – not pretty. Got to see a lap-band procedure, too. Was it coincidence or one of those small miracles that I got to watch this show on something I’m contemplating? I don’t believe in coincidences, personally.
The next 2 shows were about medical mysteries. Trying to diagnose someone who is very ill and can’t tell you what the problem is when you don’t have any medical history or information . No easy task – not always possible. True stories – the actual doctors involved in the cases but reenacted with actors and the patient’s information changed “to protect the innocent.” The fact that these doctors ever figured out what was wrong with these patients – now there were some miracles. I felt expecially happy for the family who had a son with a rare (2000 persons in the world have it) disease that no one would take seriously because the primary symtoms were: wanting to drink excess water, very frequent urination, a severe salt craving and severe discomfort in bright light of any kind. It was basically brushed off for several years as an overzealous, overprotective mother worrying too much. “Relax and enjoy your baby.” Relax and enjoy a child who didn’t sleep more than 1-2 hours at a time because of the need to hydrate and pee. After several years of no sleep at night for the parents, even a mother’s love can become a frighteningly thin rope.
It’s a credit to these parents that they stayed together. It’s a credit to this mother that she perservered with new pediatricians until she found one who really listened and didn’t just tell her it was all “in the normal range.” The boy’s condition cannot be cured but it can be treated in a way that will give him (and the rest of the family) a more normal life. He would have died at a young age otherwise.
That was my night, watching medical shows with my leg elevated and wonderful medication coursing through my veins. The pain mellowed down enough to get a decent night’s sleep. This morning I’m still fighting the “fog” a bit, but at least the physical pain has taken a lunch break. Speaking of lunch breaks, it’s time for one now – after I take my meds and wait a hour!
Sometimes even lunch doesn’t come easy.