Thursday, 18 February 2016
Fibromyalgia and me ...
Ah I love chronic illness. For the past few weeks I have been doubting if I even have fibromyalgia because you know I have been relatively pain free, and hardly having to take any pain relief at all, relying on coping methods such as gentle exercise and hot baths instead.
Around the weekend I started to feel the first signs of that little beast that is fatigue. I had been having such great sucess in getting to sleep and awake again using my Lumie light, but I started waking up every hour or so.
Ignoring the warning signs that a flare is coming on, I kept on going and pushing harder and harder until
I fell over in the middle of a town centre, while crossing a road and it hurt. I started crying and felt like such an idiot, but I was mostly upset that this was happeneing. That it was rearing its ugly head and giving me a cute little warning that I still have it and its not going away.
So I need to start pacing myself. Tonight, I had a lot of houswork to do and I am not going to do it. I am going to have a hot bath, snuggle up on the sofa and try not to let this stupid physical illness affect my mental health, because thats going ok at the moment ...