You and I may have forgotten that I have fibromyalgia. I haven’t written about it much lately. It’s been fairly well under control.
But fibromyalgia does not like to be forgotten! Just when you start to get complacent, it decides to rear its ugly head and remind you that it was just napping, not dead.
That’s what is happening today. I woke up at 6:48 AM and knew right away that this familiar companion was awake. I ached from head to toe. I’m going to have to be careful what I do today. That’s going to be difficult when living in a hotel room with limited space and a big snowstorm expected to limit activities even more. The menfolk were supposed to be heading out to a hockey game this evening. The game is a bit over an hour away in good weather. Not sure if they will go or not.
In the meantime I am trying to sit properly so I don’t aggravate cranky muscles any more than they already are after sleeping in the “marshmallow” bed. I will never understand those who love those pillow tops and soft mattresses that give no support. My body needs the mattress of steel.
I took my morning meds. That should help in a little while. I’m still sleepy, but know I can’t go back to the mushy mattress right now. Breakfast just arrived – oatmeal and raisins that my husband brought back upstairs before he eats his own breakfast. He’s a good guy!
I need to remember to change my position frequently today. Even too much of a comfortable position can turn a cranky muscle into a downright angry one! I guess it’s that “too much of a good thing” cliché. So even if it means pacing between the bedroom and the sitting area in this small suite, I’d better do it today. Boring but necessary. Maybe I can make it into some kind of meditation – if the guys go to the hockey game. It’s more difficult if they are here to provide distractions to the meditation.
I’m really concerned about keeping this mini-flare-up to a minimum. I am facing a 6+ hour drive home tomorrow if the roads are cleared and an extra night sleeping in the marshmallow if they are not. Either way, not pretty. So relax, girl, is my motto.
If all else fails, I do have Flexeril and 800 mg Motrin available. I use that as my last resort most times because it is a combination that makes fibro fog seem like child’s play in comparison to the fog it creates for me. I sometimes wonder how I managed to work when I must resort to those medications. But those memories are hazy so I suspect I didn’t do my best work back then.
I am “comforted” by the knowledge that, with fibromyalgia, there are only a limited number of “results.” It will stay the same or get better . . . or get worse. Yeah, I think that covers it!
The best thing I can do for myself today? Go with the flow and listen more carefully to my body. Cause my body will be talking to me whether I like it or not!