Fibro Days: Rest, rest, rest

These have been rough weeks. Sometimes all I can do is hold on, just for a brief moment, to the things that catch my eye. It is good to remind myself that I am, in fact, thankful for some things. In between a huff and a fuss I noticed that the sunlight came in beautifully in the morning, and even though it didn't last long, I took an extra few seconds to look, to appreciate. That's thirty whole seconds of not feeling tired, exhausted and angry! I'm certainly looking to increase those moments, but for now I'll gladly take thirty seconds here and thirty seconds there.

Fibro Days: Sicktimes

I am always on guard for my getting sick. With Fibromyalgia, I realize that getting sick is going to mean a lot of frustration. The chronic sinus pain will triple, the aching will deepen, and I'll be even less capable than usual of taking care of myself. What totally blindsided me this time around was Jose getting sick, and me not. This meant taking care of a poor sick boy, something I usually am quite good at -- but not anymore. How hard it was to realize that I hadn't even remembered to throw tons of garlic and ginger at him like I usually do, as well as other treatments. How hard to realize that I was too exhausted to drive to the store.


I'll have to figure out some other way that I can handle a sick boyfriend in a way that doesn't overextend me, but still makes him feel taken care of. The fact that he doesn't get sick often is good for obvious reasons, but for me it makes it harder to understand, harder to work with. I can't set up a This is How I Function With Sick Boyfriend routine without having some working knowledge to draw on.

Or I can simply just declare that neither of us will ever get sick again. Well done, me.