The Pain of Fibromyalgia.
I've been holding off on writing a new post. Because, I haven't been feeling well for over a week now. I really didn't want to share that with you. Frankly, I didn't want to share it with my self. But...
I'm not perfect. I decided to let you in on that secret. For the most part, I've been doing well in keeping my "happy, calm, and joyfull" mantra on a daily basis. But, not lately. A contributing factor has been some problems in the world of family. And that's all I'm saying 'bout that.
More importantly, I've been having, once again, problems with insomnia. And that tends to make me cranky. However, what has been the hardest is dealing with pain levels (8 out of 10) that are normally under pain pill control.
This is not to say I don't have fun once in a while. The Chief often breaks out in laughter in response to something I've said. Sometimes I've meant to be funny, but sometimes I didn't.
The thing about the pain is it reminds me that I'm sick with Breast Cancer Mets to the Bone. One of those diseases with no cure. But, then again, all the diseases I have are without a cure:
Fibromyalgia, Arthritis, Hypothyroidism, Hypertension, Renal Failure, Lymphadema, and so forth.
So, there's the Bad and Ugly. What about the good?
Well, the Good is that winter is over. After three straight days of 80 degree weather I turned on the air conditioner...yeeha! The birds are back. So far we have seen our Robins return, along with the Finches, the Mourning Doves, the Cardinals, and a Chickadee.
And The Chief brought me spring flowers in bloom...first Daffodils, and currently Hyacinths.
And we are thinking of watching a second time the DVDs for the series Doc Martin. It's hysterical.
And I've been able to sign lots of petitions to fight against those Republicans (apologies to any Republican friends I might have) trying to take away women's rights.
Writing about the good things just made me feel better. Now ain't that a stitch!
Birds of a Feather in Spring . Photograph by Sharon W Jensen
