My new motto is make the Fibro live around you, not you live around it. After 26 years I have resigned myself to the fact I cannot take pain meds because of other conditions, they either counteract other meds or they make my stomach and duodenal ulcers bleed. I would rather be in pain than risk bleeding to death. Please do not think that I take Fibro lightly but I think with our health we have to make choices and after a long appointment with my GP(an hour)and lots of explanations I decided I would rather live, and then someone in their infinite wisdom decided I may as well have COPD and Emphysema to keep the Fibro company, do they really want to finish me off?. Okay it did and does stop me doing the things I enjoy, I cannot go out socialising anymore, my attempt at doing the conga would be more reminiscent of the Zombie Stomp(Ozzy Osbourne song). Most of the pensioners around here walk faster than me, so I class that as practice for when I am old. I look up at the stairs and I see a mountain, I look down at them and I see a rocky slope that is going to cause me pain. I lift up two folded towels and I feel proud that I managed it. I spend 2 minutes opeing a tin and for me that is an achievement. I come on here and I type a few replies and I feel as though I am the secretary for the whole town. On The Chaser they answer up to 20 questions or so each, when their time is up I am still thinking about the first answer. Everyone knows what they want for dinner, I am trying to decide how much I can actually lift to my mouth before choosing. We all love our dog, I am the one who keeps accidentally poking him in the eye when trying to fuss him. Barack Obama amazes me and I can listen to him for hours, just do not ask me what he said as chances are I will forget and will deny even watching it. Hubby likes an early night, to sleep that is, but never suggests it incase I actually manage to get to sleep and then start snoring thus waking him up again. One of my strong points used to be maths and now I have to add up in tens and then minus numbers here and there. Hubby asks me every year what I want for Xmas and every year I say slippers and chocs, so much easier for me to remember that. Spelling, another strong point, never a word out of place, tbu wno eht lttrees rea tofne lal pernets tub ni eth rwgno rdreo(but now the letters are often all present but in the wrong order). And it goes on, and I ask at what point will people realise there really is a problem and I am not just relying on the sympathy vote, I mean I would love to do my own hoovering without ending up bent like a horseshoe. And I would love to think that hubby might think when I am stuck in the bath that I really only want to show my body off, or I would if it was not broken in so many ways. I would like to go down to the shed to put the recycling away without having to hold onto to anything I can get my hands on and that includes crawling. I would like to make creamy mash potato without huffing and puffing after stirring it only twice. And it would be great if I could chop vegetables without sending them flying all around the kitchen. And as for using sharp knives, always having to keep a box of plasters in plain view. To be able to sit down for more than two minutes before the lower body suddenly loses the will to live. And to go for a walk without having an up close and personal meeting with the paving stones. I hope this gives you a little light relief, because all it has done for me is cause fiery shoulders, numb fingers and tingly arms. And if you can add anything to it I hope it does not take you as long as it has taken me, nearly time for bed xxxxxxluv u all
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