SurvivingSara

Tag: coping

  • Unwell

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    Here I am again, feeling like shit. Fibromyalgia is like a short circuit in your nervous system. When things line up just right, like a lightbulb coming on when you position the damaged cord just so or your phone charging only after much tilting and toggling the charge cord in the port of your phone,…

  • Mixed Up World of Fibromyalgia

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    I have a few post fragments in my head but pain has been significant recently and I’m not concentrating well. I mentioned a few posts ago that I have had the diagnosis of fibromyalgia for 11 years but feel like I’m just now truly accepting the big picture of fibro and adjusting my behaviors that…

  • Learning Curve

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    I have a post in my head but I’m too tired. Great website regarding fibromyalgia- Counting My Spoons. I’ve avoided reading stuff about fibromyalgia for years. Good insights and perspective. Going to address what I can through behavioral changes. Things I want to work on include: Pacing No excuses or apologies Listen to my body…

  • In My Brain

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    Not sure this one will get published. May remain in draft limbo. My mind is not being very nice to me today. I was cleaning pine needles and weeds out of my succulent garden; and, out of nowhere, my brain started in, “You are the odd one. After you’ve been with people, they all agree…

  • Can I Get Some Help Here?

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    The trickle down effect of strange, which started with our realization that we are in the midst of a pandemic, seems to have reached all levels of life. Nationwide, the social, emotional, and economic strain on the fabric of our country can be felt in a myriad of ways. Much like the frustration encountered when…

  • The Fibro Ride

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    As tempted as I am to analogize living with fibromyalgia to the ups and downs of a rollercoaster ride, more ups would be required. It’s more like a ferris wheel. Eleven years after the onset and eight since the first of three diagnoses, I think I may be accepting that I am living with chronic…

  • Sorry

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    However well-laid my plans or adept my ability to delude myself about having some measure of control in this life, many days do not follow the course as mapped out the night before. I wrote the paragraph above this morning at about 11 am. It is now 4 o’clock and I just sent this text…

  • Growing

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    in my early years, I eschewed anything domestic. I didn’t cook, sew, or garden. As far as any attempt to care for indoor plants, fugget about it. In ’95 or ’96, my parents relocated to Arizona for a few years, and my mom gave me all her houseplants. They were beautiful and fairly large. They…

  • Trifecta

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    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.…

  • NOW

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    For years, the hamster on the wheel in my head kept a pretty steady pace. On to the next thing, then the next and the next…. My mom pointed this out as I started senior year of my bachelor’s degree. She said that I had barely noticed my final year of high school for focusing…

  • Strange New World

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    Working retail gives me a front row seat to the impact the coronavirus is having on our community. For the most part, people in my area seem to have calmed down. No more lines down the aisles. Most items back in stock with the exception of toilet paper, hand soap, thermometers, etc. Customers with whom…

  • Up and Down

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    Although I want my blog to be positive, uplifting, and encouraging; I don’t always feel that. I haven’t written anything in the past few days because I’m struggling. A serious outside stressor has come to my attention. It doesn’t directly involve me. There’s nothing I can do to affect the outcome. One of my adult…

  • Day 2 Fibromyalgia flare

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    Upon waking this a.m., my ribs and sternum hurt badly; it hurts to breathe. I have pain in my shoulders, wrists, and temples. I probably smell like a drugstore because my husband covered my back with mentholated CBD cream and I’ve applied it to my abdomen, ribs, sternum, jaws and temples. My husband helps me…

  • Journal 1/8/20

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    Today is my third consecutive day of work. I’m going to walk through this day, but I’m so tired. I thought about skipping applying make-up, but then decided to follow my own advice to myself. I’m near tears but I’m breathing and I think I can do this. Another symptom of depression/anxiety I get really…