Fibro and Me

Chronic Pain Clinic

FibroChick — Wed, 20 Apr 2011 22:23:05 +0000

So I started at the Chronic Pain Clinic. I can tell you it works- I’m in pain! Ouch, ouch, went the first week. Sleep, sleep goes the second. Right now it’s kind of like a tornado of me. A lot of learning, a lot of reminding and lot of recognizing. The program itself is very [...]

Back, but a little lost

FibroChick — Mon, 24 Jan 2011 19:29:57 +0000

So, I haven’t written in a very long time. Apparently a very, very long time. I’ll tell you the truth, I came back here and I expected the last post to be dated in December, maybe November. It’s August. Right there for everyone to see. August. I don’t know exactly how it happened. I kept [...]

I Wish I’d Put the Milk on the Floor

FibroChick — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 17:10:45 +0000

So, hubby and I stop by the drug store for some milk last night. The parking lot was completely full so he had to stay with the car while I went in and got the milk. So I walk into the store, look around for coupons a bit (sorry hubby!), then go and grab the [...]

Fibromyalgia Awareness Day -May, 12th

FibroChick — Wed, 12 May 2010 14:49:36 +0000

I have been trying to decide what to write about for Fibromyalgia awareness day. I thought -it better be magnificent. Maybe I could write about support, maybe a research post about the condition itself, maybe a post about symptoms so others could become ‘aware’. Then I realized, I have become aware. I have had such [...]

It’s My Life and I’ll Cry If I Want To

FibroChick — Wed, 28 Apr 2010 18:06:05 +0000

Seems this world is not one for emotions. It seems these days the slightest show of emotion has doctors whipping out their prescription pads and family members running for cover. My Rheumatologist once stated that I needed help for my depression because “most people with Fibromyalgia don’t cry in my office”. This, I will point [...]

Sleeping on Treetops

FibroChick — Sat, 10 Apr 2010 01:20:49 +0000

Whatever lullaby was sung to fibro babies must have been the worst lullaby ever. Shush now, while you sleep you’ll be run over by a steamroller and upon wakening suffer the effects, lalalala. Though I suppose the more traditional falling out of a tree ‘cradle and all’ would probably suffice. I’m thinking this is why [...]

A Happy Song

FibroChick — Wed, 07 Apr 2010 19:33:03 +0000

I really love the power of music. Turn on some upbeat music around babies, toddlers or preschoolers and guess what they do, dance! No one teaches them to dance, they just move when they hear music. I think that's pretty cool. I also think they're onto something. So, now that I've made you all cry with the Dala song (sorry M!), here's my dancing song. Now the funny thing is, I put this song on when I need to muster up the energy to gather up the laundry -and I had never actually seen the video for this song before today. Hey Ocean! you make laundry fun! "A Song About California"

A Good Day

FibroChick — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 06:15:21 +0000

So today was a pretty darn good day. By noon, I could feel in my bones that I had a couple of good hours coming my way. It was exciting, like a kid in a play park, what to do, what to do? Well, I put a little happy sound track in my head, a little jazzy number, and headed to the kitchen. We shop with coupons so we have a pretty good little stash of ingredients. It didn't take me long to find everything I needed to make yummy Butterscotch Brownies.

I haven't baked in a long time and as I was stirring something felt off. Then I heard a clang and looked down and saw the red mark on my hand where the metal spoon was pushing. My wooden spoon. That was what was missing. When I bake I like to use a big wooden spoon. I like to imagine that this is what my grandmothers would have used. We have so little in this day and age that keeps us connected to the days of long ago and for me, baking is it. Such simple and pure ingredients mixed together to make such a lovely treat. My Grandmother didn't have an opportunity to buy her family's treats from the store, everyday she worked from the basics up and nourished her whole family. My mother saw the world get busier and in her ingenuity, sold her baked goods at the school's fun night bake sale. Me, I stood in my kitchen today, soaked up the sunshine coming through my kitchen window and with my magic stick I remembered, I appreciated and I basked in the connection to the women who made possible this lovely treat that my family would enjoy. Select Read More for the recipe.

The List For Hope

FibroChick — Sat, 27 Mar 2010 07:12:46 +0000

Fibromyalgia Pause

FibroChick — Wed, 24 Mar 2010 18:32:16 +0000

I cannot take another day of this unproductiveness. I do quite fear my head is actually going to implode if I have to be this for one more day. I cannot watch another tv show, or have another bath. If I do not figure out something to do soon that makes me feel like a contributing member of society then I may just regress to infancy. Why not? Pretty much the same. Just laying around, only half making sense.