Owch I’m sore!
Yesterday was a really bad day ok? I tried to write about it but my brain was such mush all i could come up with was “I feel …….” My fingers struggled to type, my brain failed to compute and my whole body hurt.
I didn’t sleep well, or much, and got out of bed feeling like a sloth. My night time symptoms were still there, all bunched in with some bad-day morning symptoms and i just wanted to sleep. It might have been wise to just take the day off and rest but I had things to do, kids to get to school and besides.. I’m on this “DON’T TELL ME WHAT I CAN’T DO!” kick at the moment where i intend to show the whole world (or at least myself and my trusty sidekick) that i CAN do anything that i want to do! (admittedly, it’s not going well so far)
So i made the breakfast and the lunches, walked the children to school, saw zo to her classroom and spoke to my supervisor about when to start back, all the while concentrating very hard on looking and speaking as normally as possible, even though my brain had turned to mush and I was walking about in a complete daze. Then I walked home and proceeded to make the shopping list. Sounds easy right? On a bad day, nothing is easy. After the exertion of the walk and the ‘acting’, i was exhausted and just wanted to sleep but i had to force myself to sit quietly and focus on writing the list, it ended up something like this:
- bread
- milk
- veg
- dinner x 3
- stuff for lunchboxes
- baking
- fruit
pretty vague huh? I just had to hope for some clarity to hit me before I entered the supermarket. Next was catching the bus and going to the furniture store – more having to speak to people -eek! What I do on a bad day is to practise over and over again what i’m going to say to people so that I don’t forget. I also think of how the conversation may go so that I have some words ready and don’t go blank when asked a question (how embarrassing) It went pretty well at the furniture store with my pre-prepared words, until right at the end when the store Guy said something that I hadn’t anticipated or prepared for. I don’t even remember now what he said to me but I know that I replied “phew”. This totally made no sense and store guy gave me a very strange look but In my mind, I was thinking “phew” because our transaction was complete and i could leave. Oops, I guess I said it out loud.
Next I had to get the groceries, and I completely wasn’t in the mood. What I really felt like doing was crying, curling up into a little ball someplace and sleeping for ever. My tingly foot was back and along with some calf muscle cramping, was making me walk slow and stupid. I felt as though all strength had drained out of my arms and legs. I did quite a good job of buying groceries, all things considered. It did however take a great deal of focus and concentration, which is just as exhausting as the being vertical and moving about stuff. I crept through the aisles methodically, list in hand, willing my mind not to drift or fuzz and hoping that I wouldn’t bump into anyone I know, lest I be expected to actually form words and make them come out of my mouth.
Amazing – I actually finished shopping just in time to catch the bus! (saving me cab fare home:) and I had bought just the right amount of groceries that I could carry them to the bus stop – just! I was sitting on the bus feeling rather proud of myself – I had done everything on my list and would be home by 11:30 – when suddenly I smelt a foul smell:( Harry had thrown up all over himself. Harry lives at the nursing home nearby and while he isn’t really that old, he is quite ’special’. Harry often shows me a picture or toy that he has brought on the bus with him, He also coughs when he is nervous and if he coughs too much he throws up. It’s never actually happened ON the bus before, I wonder why he’s allowed out without a carer? Anyway, the smell was putrid and I felt really nauseas and had to make a decision…
- Get off at the next stop and call a cab (more $$)
- Get off at P.St and walk a block home (less 15 min, more walking)
- Do the full loop ( +15 min, dropped to my door)
I opted to get off and walk, which was fine at first but I soon realised that my Groceries were far heavier than anticipated. I ‘carried’ 6 bags, precariously wobbling and stumbling all the way. I stopped 4 times, three to rest and once to rearrange the contents of a busted grocery bag. In the end I was hurting, sweating and silently chanting ‘I can do anything’ as I crossed the finish line! Bleh, my arms were sooooo sore! Still, I had groceries to put away, washing to hang and children to pick up, so on I went.
By 4:00, I had fetched the children home, fed them home made caramel tarts (tin of caramel + bought pastry cases + sliced banana = easing of guilt feelings for not home baking for children) and lay on the lounge room rug, dying. Or at least making dying noises. I was hurting bad, my arms and back and shoulders and neck especially were aching and burning and throbbing and stabbing with pain. I was close to tears and couldn’t get comfortable, let alone rest or sleep and I resorted to paying the children in gold (in gold sounds better than 2 bucks) to come and massage their poor dying mother. Usually I would never ask them to do such a thing, but it hurt bad:( Luckily they have been quite competitive lately so they fought over who could massage me the best and the longest.
After an hour rest, I managed to take in the washing, cook dinner, and ‘bake’ some muffins (but mostly spray the kitchen with muffin mixture off the electric beater) with a whole lot of help from my wonderful girls (this time for free;) -they even helped me to do the dishes and went off to bed happily, insisting I go take a bath. THE BATH – yum. I figured if taking magnesium supplements was helping my muscles then soaking in the stuff must be good right? And it was sooo relaxing and I went straight off to bed feeling much soothed.
Now to today: I still didn’t sleep well. What’s new;) and I woke up feeling VERY VERY sore and sick but my brain is less mush today (I can mostly make and say words:) My back is very sore from where the girls rubbed it, It hurts to lift my arms, my legs and feet are very sore and I have a sore throat and sniffles but I am feeling somewhat more positive. On a bad day it is so easy to slip into doom and gloom thinking, worrying about the future, worrying about when I’ll feel well, how I’ll get things done. It frightens me a lot when I have trouble thinking and doing the simplest things, I feel like a little old lady, like i’m past my best; and that’s a depressing thought to be having aged 31.
I try to educate myself and read all I can about Fibromyalgia, M.E and Hashimoto’s but sometimes it serves only to frighten me more. Yesterday I read about women in their 20’s and 30’s who have given up work and driving because of these conditions, people who need help to shop and do housework, people who are housebound and can’t even go on holiday. I read about studies that show chronic pain like fibromyalgia causes brain shrinkage resulting in more often brain fogs and lowering IQ, It makes me very sad and scared and all at the same time I am struggling to explain to those around me just how I am feeling. Because it doesn’t show on the outside, people have no idea what it’s like to live in this screwy body of mine, how much pain and weirdy-ness can be going on while I appear and strive to look ‘normal’ on the outside.
I don’t want to constantly whinge about the things my body is doing to me, but at the same time I wish there was someone else who understood, who asked, who cared. It’s lose-lose;) anyways, enough wah wah wah, time to finish up with some positives:
- today I completed my much hated subject ‘legislation’, assignments x3 done!
- washing is done!
- kitchen is cleanish.
- bathroom is clean and cleared out ready for painter tomorrow.
- I have wonderful children x2 who think i make the best caramel tarts and muffin/scone/thingys ever!
m:)
I keep thinking of that saying
“hope for the best but plan for the worst”
- I haven’t decided if i like it or not yet, kinda scares me.