Color Me Pleasant

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Having received a brief litany of my current state of fibromyalgia (frustratingly reluctant to improve), my husband grew quiet and then began, “It’s so weird. It seemed like when you had a broken leg…” his voice fading.

“What? When I had a broken leg, what?”

“I don’t know how to describe it. When it was broken, it was almost like you had a different … aura. It’s so weird.”

After reminding him that it’s not ‘weird’ for me to have ups and downs with fibromyalgia, I explained, “Because you were doing everything, I was totally dependent on you, and I knew how hard the entire circumstance was for you, I chose to be pleasant and patient. Doing my part.”

The look that passed through his face made me feel like I could see him thinking, remembering. “You’d go around on your scooter with a smile, so cute.”

“You didn’t see me cursing you when I was alone and you left the barstool in my path, again. And I can’t keep that up indefinitely. Now that I’m back on my feet and much more independent, my aura is back to normal.”

Published by Sara Z

Writing is one of my passions. Most blog entries are relatively short articles regarding a wide variety of topics. I'm a middle-aged wife and mother of two adult sons. I've been a teacher, counselor, medical transcriptionist, student teacher supervisor, substitute teacher and retail clerk. Staying home now due to fibromyalgia. Seeking purpose.

2 thoughts on “Color Me Pleasant

  1. To us pain is all we know, and I know exactly what you mean with not feeling the consideration, still, after all those years. But they don’t feel it… they won’t understand it… and they’ll continue to not realize the inconvenience and flat out nuisance their behavior causes.
    But they’ll also keep putting up with us, because they love us šŸ’ž
    I hear you šŸ«‚

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    1. I don’t want to list my symptoms every day, but it gets lonely holding it inside. Thank goodness my husband tries so hard. One day I said, “Why don’t you say something instead of waiting for me?” He said, “I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to say the wrong thing.”

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