I’ve spent much of the past 2 days in and out of a “Fibro Fog.” It was a light fog, to be sure – not the kind that causes me to be unable to do anything at all. This was the kind that made focusing difficult. I needed to write myself notes to be able to remember things I needed to do or calls I needed to make. But I could at least get a little done.
Sunday was a pleasant enough day. The weather was beautiful – I’d like to live wherever the weather is like that every day, if there is such a place. After church, we headed to Old Sturbridge Village, in Sturbridge, MA. This is a recreated 1830’s New England farming village at the beginning of the industrial revolution. Most of the buildings are historical and from that period. They do have a few homes that were more recently constructed using materials and methods true to the period. They have made a few additions since our last visit there. There are a couple of “new” homes and there are educational walking trails off the beaten path; a woodland trail, a pasture trail and a river walk. There was a pontoon-type boat ride ($3 per person, a bit high for what you get, I think) that runs on the Quinebaug River. While there are paths cleared out, there are more hills and impediments on these trails than on the village’s regular paths. It was quite a work-out for an overweight gal with fibromyalgia. Shortly before we left, my right knee started aching and my feet, especially my heels, started to hurt. We saw the working farm, but declined the opportunity to help harvest root vegetables. We passed the blacksmith, the carding mill and grist mill, the saw mill and tavern. We visited the general store and could not pass up the Joe Frogger (molasses) cookies (how to undo the good of walking in a few bites – at least we just shared a cookie!). We took the “Gossip’s Tour”, which was delightful. An elderly woman conducted the tour, which focused on a number of “invented” families who live near the town common. The gossip was information and anecdotes about the people based on journals and other written material, as well as commentary on the social and political changes occurring at that time. The group leader did the tour “in character” and it was very educational as well as entertaining. We would recommend it. We stayed for several hours, then went back home for dinner.
My husband was kind enough to put steaks on the grill, so all I had to do was make baked potatoes (in the microwave) and salads.
My son was home on Sunday. He seems to be having some trouble adjusting to his new job. That’s not totally unexpected with Asperger’s, since change is something persons with this syndrome have a problem with. And we have learned over the years that his reporting of what is going on is not always accurate. Not that he lies – he doesn’t seem to lie outright, ever. But he also has a difficult time saying anything that makes someone else look bad, due to the A/S. So we never get the whole story from him.
For example, he worked Saturday and was scheduled 2 – 11 PM. He came in about 9 PM and my heart sank. I feared he’d been fired. He told us that, since there was no truck to unload, he had been doing all sorts of odd jobs during the day and they ran out of things to have him do, so they sent him home. Hmmm … When we talked about it on Sunday, there wasn’t much else we could get from him. No, he wasn’t fired. “There just was nothing to do.” We told him he needed to call his job coach on Monday to discuss this because his hours had been cut for the next schedule.
We spent the evening on Sunday watching hockey. Charter Cable finally finished their negotiations with the National Hockey League, so Center Ice was finally available! Good thing we had been on vacation the week before or my husband would have been a very cranky man. I don’t know why Charter always seems to wait until the season starts to finally get their act together. Not how I’d run my business. Of course, sometimes I wish I didn’t have hockey to watch. You know, when the first game you get to see with your favorite team (in this case, the Tampa Bay Lightning) ends with them losing because upper management can’t seem to find them a proper goalie, it’s really frustrating. At least I got to watch one of my favorite shows, Extreme Makeover: Home Edition on the “good” TV – my husband wanted to use this computer, which has the printer, for a while, so I got the TV remote in exchange. Good deal.
Monday morning I got up and decided to head to the treadmill first thing. Amazing! Not that I went very far but still, this is the second time in a week I’ve gotten myself to do this. So 15 minutes at 2.4 mph is better than nothing. I just have to take it slow. I’ve learned from previous experience that I have to start slow and build up or the fibromyalgia will flare up and I’ll be back farther than square one.
Unfortunately, the rest of the day was a wash. The “fibro fog”, you know. I did get a few phone calls made – to the doctor’s office and such – but didn’t accomplish much else. My husband, knowing I didn’t need stress since the fog was obvious, decided to contact my son’s job coach to get the real info on what was going on at his job. Good thing he did. He is a good worker when he’s unloading trucks. But there isn’t always a truck to unload. My son has been giving them “attitude” when he doesn’t have a truck to unload. “He was hired to unload trucks. He doesn’t have anything else to do. What should he do?” So he was told, if you can’t find something to do, you might as well go home. And he did. Took them at their literal word. He’s lucky they know about his disability and are trying to work with Mass Rehab. Otherwise, he’d probably have been fired. I know I wouldn’t stand for that kind of “lip” if I was a supervisor. So my husband stayed up until my son got home at 11:30 last night so he could have a “chat” with him about what he had learned. I hope it helps.
I did get to see the dance competition of Dancing with the Stars, week 5, after missing 2 weeks due to vacation. The dances were the rumba and the samba. They should have been really hot and spicy, but most of them fell short. Maybe mid-season fatigue and crazy schedules are catching up with the stars. Marie Osmond was the first celeb to dance. She did a credible job dancing, then proceeded to faint as they listened to the judges’ comments. Certainly dramatic on live TV. She was fine in the end. Mark & Kym were “entertaining” but really left a lot to be desired. Sabrina got a lesson from Mark Ballas’ mom, who was a champion Latin dancer, on how to dance with her son. Hmm…. Helio took Julianne to the beach in a car that looked like it belonged on the race track so they could rehearse in a different atmosphere. It must have worked, because I thought their dance was one of the steamiest numbers I’ve seen. Cameron and Edyta also steamed up the dance floor with their performance, although it may have been Edyta’s costume (nearly naked, I think it’s called) that was most responsible for that. Mel B took Max to London with her so they could continue to train while she also did a photo shoot with the Spice Girls. They both also got upper respiratory infections. However their performance was spectacular. I can’t figure why she would have been in the bottom 2 last week and Mark Cuban wasn’t. I doubt that will happen again.
This is the season of competition – for the TV. We have good new shows, hockey and the Red Sox have made it to the World Series in most dramatic fashion. I really wish I had more energy to enjoy it. But you never know – fibromyalgia is such a fickle thing. I may feel great tomorrow . . . or later today. Right now, however, it’s time for a nap!!