I hit the stay-home trifecta today – showered, makeup, and real (street worthy) clothing! I planned to bake zucchini bread, put together a lasagna, vacuum, and wipe down handles and faucets for the umpteenth time.
My husband is working from home today, and the dining room table is his desk with two monitors, paperwork etc. Phone calls take precedence over all else, which typically involves me stopping whatever noisemaking I’m conducting and racing to get the barking dogs out the slider to the backyard.
In the basement, my 20-year-old son works as a newly licensed insurance agent via virtual meetings and appointments. This requires that I limit my vacuuming and laundry activities to the intervals between; although, this is only effective if said son alerts me when he’s finished a meeting.
I vacuumed one hallway and put the lasagna together.
Midafternoon, I lost it all, across the board – win, place and show. The daily nausea, dizziness, and motion sickness that have been bothering me recently weren’t the ponies on which I’d placed my bet; but they took the lead.
Fibromyalgia is a shapeshifter. If you make the mistake of thinking you’ve got a handle on managing current symptoms, they switch. There are, of course, recurrent symptoms that appear more frequently, but there are so many random effects that show up for a bit occasionally and can still take you by surprise. It’s gotten to the point, after 11 years with fibromyalgia, I know when some weird pain, cramp, or ache sets in, check my fibro diagnosis list first – and it’s usually there. The newest symptom I’ve experienced is my skin hurting in fairly small patches, on my arm, leg, or back, about the size of my hand, which come and go. I don’t know an area is sensitive until something touches or rubs across.
Before this condition set in following major medical trauma in 2009, I was a skeptic. If I didn’t live it daily, I probably would be yet.