My dearest loves: books, writing, and chocolate fudge browniesĀ 

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The day started in pain and horror then with some med changes the flare from hell seems to have broken. Bring on all the things I love dearly but haven’t been able to enjoy!

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Self Care Saturday

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Take a bath. Take a bath with Epsom salts. Especially if you hurt like hell it will help. I am terrible about remembering to do this simple basic thing that I like that helps.

Even if you don’t hurt, take a bath. Put in a bath bomb. They aren’t all super expensive and exotic. Well they are exotic. And fun. You can find them on a million Etsy stores, you can find recipes to make your own if your into DIY, and more and more stores are selling them. I can pick up a pack at Ulta or at my local grocery store or any box store. Also Amazon if you prefer that. Basically, they are relatively easy to get ahold of or to get ahold of the ingredients if you want to make your own. A gazillion Etsy stores selling them online can’t be wrong on how (relatively) easy they should be to make.

Me? When I hurt like hell and my hair hurts I pull out Dr Teals Epsom salts, and today at least the foaming bath as well. Since today was bad, last night was lots of rain and storms and mostly painsomia for me followed by an early morning for work, I used the Therapy and Relief with Rosemary and Mint Epsom Salts from Dr Teals, and the Relax and Relief with Eucalyptus and Spearmint Foaming Bath from the same. Now I own both, I bought and buy with my own money and will continue to do so. (There’s your disclaimer that this is not an ad or sponsored!)

I always feel better after soaking, especially on the super bad, my hair hurts days. Its basically magic.

I get that for a lot of people taking a bath is a pain in the butt or not really possible. Maybe you don’t have a tub, maybe you aren’t physically able to manage, maybe you have kids who won’t leave you alone for 20 minutes to soak away pain and tears. I get that. If you can borrow a friends tub and you aren’t weirded out too much, ask if you can borrow to have a soak. If you have physical issues managing, ask for help if you can. I walk with a cane and managing getting into a slick bath on my own is a minor terror. If you have friends, family, etc who can help even installing in hand holds to help, asking never hurt anyone. If you have people in your life who can help get you in and out and your not shy again, it’s all about asking. I have several work friends who used to be home health aids or otherwise worked in that industry and while I’m sure they would totally help me if I needed it with professionalism and even humor (we’re the same age we’ve got to laugh a bit right? Or I have to laugh at myself) I would still feel awkward I know. But again, ask if you need assistance. Even family. My mom helped bathe my grandmother, my GMN, for several years, and when she would get stuck in the tub and couldn’t get out safely would help get her out. So I know I could ask there. So there’s options, they just all involve me needing a great sense of humor and letting go of maybe some of my body issues. (But that’s another post!)

As for those with kids. Since locking them out is apparently bad form, see if a partner or spouse or even a friend can occupy them for 20 to 30 minutes. Or a grandparent. Use the support network you have as a parent and a spoonie.

Also if you are in an area with high lead concentrations or other water contamination, this might not be an option at all. If you can get a filter that will work and filter out whatever contamination is in the water and you can afford it, I recommend to do so. If you cannot, I understand, water rights have become a major civil and human rights issue in the last several years. If there is anything the chronic illness community can do to assist that you feel would be immediately impactful and good don’t hesitate to leave a comment. If I can help even with just a signal boost I will, if I can do more, and let me know specifics on how and what, I will fight for you and help. We’re all in this together.

If you can, if its an option, I highly recommend this basic easy method of self care. Not all self care has to be expensive, the best methods are free or cheap. Or at the least, and most importantly, make you feel better. If something helps you feel better do not ever apologize for using that method of self care. Unless it’s spending tons of money you don’t have that’s probably not a good idea. But still, self care is self preservation, and for us who hurt, for us who ache, for us who are ill, it is as necessary as doctors appointments and medicine and understanding.

SideQuest 2: Music for the Soul

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I’m trying to adjust from a second shift to an early first shift schedule at work and well…it’s going about as well as anyone would think. I’m drinking too much coffee, not enough water, and the adjustment on my sleeping schedule has me sleeping 17 hours on one off day and nothing on another. Oh and I have no desire to walk or move or do any of my exercises. So all round I really want the adjustment period over. Between then and now, and even after, music will be the thing that feeds my soul while my body tries to reject sleep as a concept.

Hamilton is a major major favorite. It has been for a while. If I need to get pumped up, or get ready mentally in any way for anything, Hamilton is a great way to do that. Guns and Ships, Yorktown, My Shot, Nonstop and The Schuyler Sisters from Act 1 are all a great way for me to sing or rap along and get ready for the day.

90s girl pop is also something that I listen to and that helps me a lot. The cheesier the better. Spice Girls, Billie Piper, Brandi, Brittany Spears, etc, it is the music of my childhood/ adolescence, and when I’m heading in to work it can help. The 90s boy bands too. I don’t choose between N’Sync and BackStreet Boys, I adore them both.

Thing is these help get me mentally ready to head into work and to deal with pain. Because let’s face it, the pain is omnipresent, it’s always around.

In a way the music gives me a little bit of power over it. A way to Bad Wolf myself over the pain, I can create myself anew when dealing with it. Music gives me that extra jolt of energy on walks to go a little further and do a little more. It gives me the jolt i need to deal with pain when I can’t manage it any other way.

Anyone have any music they love or that lets them deal with the pain better? Personally I’m always willing to find and try out new music, so share!

Episode 2: The Truth of the Smile

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Even when I’m having fun and doing something I love I hurt. Even when I’m off someplace at an event for something I adore I hurt. I may be ignoring a low pain day, I may be pushing away a flare, or I may be pulling out meds and saying “I’ve got this and no matter what I’m damn well going to enjoy this,” but the pain is there always. My limited movement makes it more awkward because I haven’t yet found a way to not feel super awkward with my body and the way it moves and doesn’t move now. I’ve never liked smiling. But now, these days I feel like smiling is a mask. Something I put on for the world to tell them “oh I’m ok, I’m fine, I’m even pain free and normal” when none of those are true. Not one. Not smiling is normal. And I’m learning that I don’t need to smile and fake
it all the time. So even if I’m not smiling I’m still likely having a blast. And I’m likely internally screaming at my body for flaring and hurting. Either way, I’m as good as I’m going to get.

SideQuest #1

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Painsomia and pain flares are a the absolute worst right? One of my absolute favorite ways of dealing especially when the meds are taking forever to kick in or I can’t find a comfortable position to sit or lie in is to obsessively watch The Great British Baking Show. Seriously as much as I love and adore reading (my TBR piles are arranged in particular orders and I have a Yearly Goodreads challenge) on those nights and sometimes days my brain is mush and can’t function or deal with storylines and words plots. So documentaries and reality tv comes in handy. The various Alaskan tv shows also are excellent and are a future post. But GBBS or as it’s sometimes called The Great British Bake Off (GBBO,) it’s a frequent fav and I need more than 15 episodes up on Netflix. I’ve also binged the Masterclass multiple times. It’s calming and sweet, even though i know the show is stressful for the Bakers it’s not stressful for the watchers. They all help each other. They are kind to each other. Which as a person living with chronic pain who struggles still with asking for help when i need it is an object lesson that I can revisit in tv form when I’m at my weakest mentally and physically.
End of the day, what I’m saying is, how the bloody hell did we all survive before Netflix and Hulu? And more shows that exhibit kindness and people helping people and not plotting to backstab (though those are fun too in doses) can possibly make the world a better place long term. But then I also binge Reading Rainbow and Julie’s Greenroom when I don’t feel well. 

My shows I’ve got up on my queue right now for plots all twisty and fun are Call the Midwife and Riverdale. And I can’t wait for Supergirl season 2 to drop on Netflix as I missed a lot of episodes over the season. 

Anyone have a preference for the next SideQuest? Call the Midwife, Riverdale, or Supergirl? Or option D which is random surprise. 

The Origin Story of Fibrogirl

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Officially I’ve been at this game for four years, my fibro reality though, like so many others goes back years.

My first memory of super “this is not right at all” pain goes back to when I was 16, ten full years before my official diagnosis. I live in jealousy of those who get theirs quicker. 

But my origin story involves orchestras, and a day long workshop before the one and only performance that year of State District Orchestra, Band, and Choir.

The night before my right hand and wrist had started hurting. Which if you know stringed instruments isn’t good, that’s the bow hand, and bowing is all small and medium fine hand and wrist movements. I tried to limit my use that evening as my sisters and I prepped for the paper route but looking back, I knew even then I wasn’t dumb. I was worried about the next day and how I would hold up since my body was betraying me.

Next day only a few hours into the rehearsal, the only full rehearsal with the guest director, and things went bad fast. I was saved from my stubborn pride ( which was insisting everything was totally fines and I could play pain free) by my regular stand partner seated one stand behind me with a clear view of my face, and my younger sister in the bass section directly behind us awesome viola people, and also with a clear view of by face. They knew my facial expressions, they knew I was lying through my teeth when I said I was “fine” and they were the ones who got our regular director during a break and explained that something was wrong. And pushed back at my “I’m fine” because I was working that concept as best I could then, I’m better at it now.

I didn’t play the rest of the rehearsal, just did the fingerings on my instrument as it sat on my lap. That night I l only played one song, the one with the easiest bowings.

My director was the first to suggest it might be just “growing pains” to me and my parents, but hey he did also suggest we see my doctor.

Thus began a 10 year odyssey of pain, being ignored, taking at times the absolute max of over the counter painkillers, all for little to no relief. Until finally, the Rheumatologist in the first 5 minutes of meeting me and examining me gave me the diagnosis I knew at that point had to be coming. The one Neurologist #2 had suggested off hand and dismissed in one fell swoop 2 years earlier. ( point of order kids go to the Rheumatologist not the Neurologist # 1,#2 or #3, Rheumatologist knows more in this case.)

That’s my origin story. How I became a Fibrogirl. I’m not the only one out there. The more we speak up, the more we all showcase what makes us, us, the survivors and spookiest of chronic and invisible illness the more the world will see us.