I've been off air for a while (and all of your eyes were no doubt grateful), due to a very busy time at work, and hectic homelife, but I thought I should pop back and say 'hello' to my fibrofriends!
It's been an odd one, really. I sat down with my boss before Christmas, and admitted that I was flailing about in my own poo, workwise, and wasn't quite sure how to get back on top of things. In fairness to the woman, she helped me prioritise stuff, worked out with me how long some of my tasks should take, and listed them so that I could work off the list. Of course, I have another couple of pages added to that list now, but it's a help. My nerves are still frayed and I'm snapping and screaming at my Mum and my OH, but I really don't know what I can do about that. Maybe it's time for a medication change?
The MILFO got on my pip again at Christmas. I think I mentioned that she was staying with my OH, due to a cock-up she made when inviting herself to my OH's brother's house, 2 days before she could be accommodated. Well, she turned up, just as I'd sat down in a coffee shop, gasping for a drink and with aching legs, called my OH, and he immediately left the queue so that we could go and get her from the bus station! Needless to say, I was less than chuffed that my bum had barely settled in the seat before it was dragged away. He had a flea in his ear, and - bless him - did apologise for not considering that I might need a rest. We arrived at the bus station, and she didn't even say hello to me, which meant that I felt even frostier towards her than usual! This must've shown, as she mentioned it later (my OH told her off for treating me so coldly when he was dropping her back at the station after Christmas, and she said that I seemed 'p*ssed off' when we met her), but frankly, I'm getting tired of putting on a show, when she can't be bothered to! She also managed to get on everyone else's nerves on Christmas Eve (I wasn't there for these shenanigans, as I had the excuse of having to work), when she made the decision to arrive at her other son's house at 10am, although he had specifically asked her to make it after lunch, when his 12-hour nightshift hadn't finished until 8am! Her final acts of annoyance, I also didn't witness, as I didn't go back to his after Christmas, choosing to spend the time with my own Mum, until he returned for New Year. Apparently, she was shocked that I 'would rather spend time with my own Mum than with her' ... Even before her recent odd behaviour, that would have been true! She also was supposed to be going to my OH's on 27th December, with the plan being that he would let them know when he was leaving mine, and they would arrive there at approximately the same time. We overslept a bit, so he didn't leave mine until 1.30pm, and they called him just as he pulled off my drive. He didn't answer, so didn't know that they had decided it was 'too late to bother now' until about 4pm, when they'd finished napping and finally called him again! So he spent the rest of the 27th alone, when he could have been with me, and should've been with them! He was furious, and gave them hell, which I fully supported. They still made out like he was the one with the problem, and they were perfectly reasonable, though. That drives me mad - he's always been made to feel like he's in the wrong for objecting to anything, so it's only now that he has me to back him up that he has the balls to fight back. And I wonder why she doesn't like me ...
Anyway, Christmas and New Year went pretty well - a mini row on the 27th, due to him family constantly phoning him to find out when he was leaving mine, but that was soon sorted. Pain levels were moderate, but controlled pretty well with co-codamol, ate too much, tried to dance on New Year's Eve, in the living room to the Hootenanny (and accidentally smacked my OH in the ging gang goolies! What a start to 2013!) ... all in all, pretty good!
My final annoyance, and one I have to share with you all (knowing it will annoy you, too), was my OH's brother. OH was saying that I was suffering quite a bit at the moment, pain-wise, and his brother (an anaesthetist) said 'Because of the "fibromyalgia"?' Yes, he used f***ing air-quotes! Luckily, I wasn't there at the time, or he'd have been seeing the New Year in with all 4 limbs in plaster, but my OH (lovely, lovely man that he is) fought my case for me. Apparently, 'you get used to doing it in hospital, so it's hard to break the habit' - I don't think I've ever heard such a diabolical excuse for mocking someone's illness in my life! Everyone else does it, so I join in. My OH still doesn't think he got through to him, but he tried, and I love him for that. He also said it's 'all emotional and linked to depression, that's why we have antidepressants as treatment' - it appears that his pharmacology knowledge doesn't stretch to the use of amitriptyline for many causes of nerve-pain, including diabetic neuropathy, and that 'nerves' doesn't mean 'anxiety', it means the actual physical parts of the human body! Various things that he's said make me seriously wonder at the quality of care he gives his patients, but this is definitely the clincher. I'm currently plotting how best to use air-quotes next time I'm forced to see him, just so he knows that I know.
So, it's now the new year - I'm supposed to be getting myself more organised, and getting myself in shape (not round - that is a shape, but probably not the one I should be, even though I am). Any ideas for sticking to these?