The whiteboard on my door now notes that I am "Out of spoons :( "

I don't really expect anyone to get it, but it's nice to express my frustration about the situation anyway.

I need to figure out how to relax in residence, or I am going to crash and burn in a more lasting and painful way before I can even get to October.

I feel very satisfied. I had an awkward work-out, but it's more than I've done in ages, so I'm really glad I did it. Then I went out into the garden for a good hour or more and dug up weeds, so I am relatively pain-free thanks to all of the endorphins floating around in my system. Worked a lot of stress out of my system too ( Read more... )

I think that, given the choice between joint and muscle pain, I would take the joint pain.

I am trying to consider today as a sampler for old age, rather than an exercise in agony.

And bully to you, mood theme. I'd rather have painkillers.

I had a hard time training yesterday. Running made me lightheaded (so I refrained from doing it after the first half hour) and the pad drills hurt to do. I have a sneaky feeling that was the stress (that turned into a small scale meltdown today) taking its toll. I need to get more pro-active about mangaging that! I should know how crippling it can ( Read more... )

You know the fibro fog is bad when trying to sort out a simple double-negative leaves you in a tangled mental heap.

As I've already asked a few of you; next time I feel really ill because of the fibromyalgia, please tell me to take a hike. Or go swimming. Or do some martial arts. I swam for about fifteen minutes yesterday in the midst of one of the worst days I've had all month (and you know, that's really saying something) and it was like flipping a switch. ( Read more... )

I knew I wasn't feeling great yesterday, but I realised my stroke/fibryalgia symptoms were especially bad when my friend Heather - someone I've known for three and a half years - walked into the cafeteria and I couldn't quite sort out what her name was. I said "Hi Heather", all the while thinking 'Is that Heather? No... Liz? I'm so confused!' ( Read more... )

Trying to condense six and a half years worth of struggle with my body into a coherent narrative in 500 words or less is proving almost impossible, especially when I haven't yet lived through the denouement to write about it.

"This blank space to be filled 20, 30, 40, 50 years, when the writer actually has some answers."

You know that 'm really, truly exhausted when, after an evening out, I crawl into bed at ten o'clock without even considering going online ( Read more... )

You know, I don't really care what anyone else says. The Scott and Frost library people are lovely. They've been making phone calls and checking things out when they could have said "Nope, sorry, your problem." and been totally justified in doing it. I am so damn lucky ( Read more... )