I have had FMS for sixteen years. It was bad at the start, I had great difficulity in pacing myself. I eventually ended up using a wheelchair as the pain seemed to hit my hips and legs very badly. Due to my disability, Social Services got involved and eventually decided that my 3 wonderful children would be better off in care. So they were taken of me six years ago.
I began to suffer from severe clinical depression and I attempted suicide a few times. Thankfully I did not succeed and now, with the help of strong anti-depressants, I am almost my old self. My fibro had taken a back seat, the pain was annoying but not all encompassing. I even began to look after horses, riding them and enjoying life again. Until last night, that is.
I woke up this morning at four thirty crying in pain. My hips felt as though they were on fire and the pain ran from my lower back right down to my feet. Today has been no better - I am taking Tramadol and co-codamol as though it is going out of fashion. Nothing is helping. Bah!