It’s been several days now and I am still reeling from the phone call I received from my Lakota friends in Rapid City on Monday. I don’t know how to help ease the pain of a second daughter being raped. I have been trying to find sources for helping with the rent money, with some small success.
I also confronted the chairman of our parish Search Committee at the meeting on Tuesday night regarding his “end run” to the Vestry because he didn’t agree with a committee decision. Boy, that was fun. The candidate we were hoping to interview this weekend decided not to come. He’s trying to line up another one in a very helter-skelter manner. Whatever . . .
Wednesday, when my husband came home from his half-day of work, we made the mad dash into the city to pick up his parents from the hospital. It had been Dad’s third day of chemo. Tuesday night I had suggested stopping with them for lunch unless they had already eaten. My husband said he didn’t think they’d be up to it, so I shut up. So what did they suggest when we picked them up? Why don’t we stop somewhere for lunch? So we did, and enjoyed a quiet, relaxing lunch. I guess sometimes I know them better than my husband does. Not often.
Today is Thursday and I’m cooking Thanksgiving dinner. No, I haven’t finally fallen off the deep end. My son has today off, so I’m cooking a larger meal. We’re have turkey, mashed potatoes, veggies and homemade cranberry sauce. So it must be Thanksgiving, right?
All the stress this week has made the fibromyalgia a bit difficult to manage. Not so much the pain, that’s staying where it usually is. But the gastric issues. For the past few days, whenever I eat I get moderate abdominal discomfort. It isn’t clear what it is – gas, food that my system doesn’t like, who knows. I haven’t had much in the way of GI problems for some time, so this came as a surprise. But I’m certain it’s due to the stress. It often has been in the past.
Yesterday I also had creepy-crawly feeling all over, all day. I’ve seen the illustration of Restless Leg Syndrome on TV commercials and they describe it in several ways – electrical current, bugs, tingling. I describe what I get as feeling like a mild electrical current in flowing throughout my body just under the skin. Although it’s throughout my whole body, it is worse in the arms and legs. It makes you feel like you need to move or twitch or something to get rid of it. That doesn’t work, of course, for more than a few seconds. I hadn’t had that sensation in a long time, either. It’s gone today and personally, I don’t need to have it back anytime soon. It seems to also either create or go along with a sense of generalized anxiety. I tend to feel like withdrawing from the world, hiding away and hibernating. I also feel like binging on sugar/highly refined carbs. I think this is from years of trying to “self-medicate” with food. Certain foods cause the release of certain brain chemicals, so overeating them tends to send those chemicals soaring and bring a little relief. The down side of that is that, if your fibromyalgia is not very stable, you binge too often. That’s one of the things that got me where I am with my weight problem. So I don’t offer the information to endorse it; I just try to explain how it’s been over the years.
We try so hard to keep stress to a minimum around here. My husband deals with most things that could cause me stress, if he possibly can. God bless him for that! It’s made a big difference in the number and severity of my flare-ups. But you can’t avoid all stress in life. It’s funny, but after all these years, I still find myself surprised when the fibromyalgia flares up after something stressful occurs. You’d think I’d expect it by now. But I don’t.
I’m trying to keep on a really even keel today so that perhaps my husband and I can go to a hockey game tomorrow night. He really deserves a treat for everything he does.
Like cleaning up after dinner tonight.