Cracked Rebel
Monday, March 3, 2014
My, How Things Change
Friday, February 28, 2014
Fibro 999, Sherry 0
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Holy crap, I haven't posted in four months!
Things that are new since the last post:
Rumple and Chloe |
- two new kittens and two new mice
- I am journaling daily in two different journals, one a guided journal and one a perpetual journal
- I am following along with Ali Edwards's One Little Word, with my word for 2014 being CONTENT (you can see the types of things I'm working on at my Pinterest board for OLW)
- I am teaching a class at Friday School based on the book Read-Aloud Plays: Classic Short Stories
- I threw a fun-filled slumber party for Darcy and her friends on New Year's Eve and again on Darcy's birthday.
- I have found a new television series to obsess over in Pretty Little Liars (which has an awesome soundtrack, by the way)
- I colored my hair back to it's natural dark brown (at least I think that is its natural color)
- I've come to accept that some former friends have decided to remove themselves from my life, and that if they can't accept me for who I am, it is their loss and not mine (part of that whole being content thing, right there)
- I've not only accepted that we won't have more kids, but I've decided I don't want any more. I've gone from "I want a baby" to "If we get a kid, I'm with Darcy in thinking that she should have an older sister." Seriously, I really like the way my life is and a baby would screw everything up. (Hey, that's another part of content!)
The school section of the Mom Cave |
- I have a new Mom Cave (the former family room) for my
Thirty-One business items and inventory, all the school books for
Darcy's home school adventures, and all my craft supplies
- I'm starting to look more into essential oils for medicinal purposes
- and, I started selling my awesome Magic Menu Boards to help out other busy moms.
My current pet peeve is one that has been bothering me a lot lately. It's those people who do not have a chronic disability, nor do they live with someone with a chronic disability, yet they say things such as "I know how you feel." No, you don't. You don't know how it feels to live with constant pain 24 hours a day with no relief. There's never a day where I can say I'm not in pain; it is always either tolerable or intolerable. You. Have. No. Idea. Don't demean what I live with by saying that you know what I'm going through. It just makes me lose a little respect for you when you say things like that. Please, take a moment to read The Spoon Theory and maybe you'll understand a little bit what it is like to live with chronic pain.
Furthermore, I feel as if I'm am often judged because I don't look sick. I can force myself to get dressed and put on makeup and participate in activities, but that doesn't mean that my body isn't screaming at me every second. If I don't make an effort and always look as badly as I feel, I'm judged for trying to gain sympathy or, even worse, being a hypochondriac. If I do make an effort, then I'm judged for faking being sick. It's honestly a no-win scenario when you are dealing with an invisible illness. I may not look sick, but then again you don't look dumb. I guess it all evens out.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
A Day in the Life
Friday, November 8, 2013
Keep Your Platitudes to Yourself, Please
"Infertility is, indeed, a very painful struggle. The pain is similar to the grief over losing a loved one, but it is unique because it is a recurring grief. When a loved one dies, he isn't coming back. There is no hope that he will come back from the dead. You must work through the stages of grief, accept that you will never see this person again, and move on with your life.
The grief of infertility is not so cut and dry. Infertile people grieve the loss of the baby that they may never know. They grieve the loss of that baby who would have had mommy's nose and daddy's eyes. But, each month, there is the hope that maybe that baby will be conceived after all. No matter how hard they try to prepare themselves for bad news, they still hope that this month will be different. Then, the bad news comes again, and the grief washes over the infertile couple anew. This process happens month after month, year after year. It is like having a deep cut that keeps getting opened right when it starts to heal."
I've received some really, really bad advice this week, so let me tell you what NOT to say. Do not tell me that this is God's plan for my life. Do not presume to know what God is thinking. Also, do not tell me that I should just pray about it some more because it will all work out. More than a decade of prayer has been out into this already; at this point, my faith is fairly shattered and it would literally take a miracle for restoration. I don't need to hear that we should look into adoption or fostering or that there's still time. Time is not on our side.
Just be there. Don't give platitudes or unsolicited advice. Just recognize the pain and the grief. With the exception of two people, no one that I know has ever gone through the exact same situation. There is no way you could possibly know what to say; I'd much rather you stay silent than insult me with clichés about God's timing or advice on foster care. Short of giving us a child, there's not a single thing you can say or do. To make it easier, I'll refrain from posting any comments about my bitterness over how I have been devinely failed.
Monday, October 28, 2013
You Truly Have NO Idea
I ask, do you honestly know what all the symptoms are for Fibromyalgia? I doubt it. You probably think it is occasional pain. It is so much more than that. Let me give you a partial list of symptoms (and these are just the ones that affect me; I'm not even listing the symptoms from chronic fatigue, myofascial pain syndrome, generalized anxiety disorder, depression, or insomnia - all things I have been diagnosed with):
- Delayed reactions to physical exertion or stressful events
- Cravings for carbohydrate and chocolate
- Headaches & migraines
- Vision changes, including rapidly worsening vision
- Pain that ranges from mild to severe, and may move around the body
- Morning stiffness
- Muscle twitches
- Allergies
- Mold sensitivity
- Earaches & itchy ears
- Ringing ears (tinitis)
- Light and/or broken sleep pattern with unrefreshing sleep
- Fatigue
- Sleep starts (falling sensations)
- Twitchy muscles at night
- Teeth grinding (bruxism)
- Short-term memory impairment
- Confusion
- Trouble concentrating
- Staring into space before brain "kicks in"
- Sensitivity to odors
- Sensitivity to pressure changes, temperature & humidity
- Sensitivity to light
- Sensitivity to noise
- Panic attacks
- Depression (as an overlapping condition)
- Tendency to cry easily
- Free-floating anxiety (not associated with situation or object)
- Mood swings
- Unaccountable irritability
- Pain that mimics heart attack, frequently from costochondritis (as an overlapping condition)
- Pronounced nail ridges
- Bruising or scarring easily
- Tissue overgrowth (non-cancerous tumors called lipomas, ingrown hairs, heavy and splitting cuticles)
- Reduced ability to get pregnant
Quite a list of symptoms, isn't it? I have friends who complain about the following all the time: allergies, headaches, weight, etc. Why are you allowed to complain about these trivial things and I'm not allowed to complain about something chronic?
If you have allergies, you take a pill and you know that they will go away.
If you have a headache, you take a pill and you know that it will go away.
Break a bone? Have it set and know it will heal.
Overweight? Change your diet and see results.
Out of shape? Exercise and see results.
Fibro? Not a damn thing in the world will help. There is no pill, no doctor, no food, no exercise, no anything that will make it better. The pain is always, always there and it will always, always be there.
I track my pain levels. I chart them daily, along with weather conditions and other external factors (stress, lack of sleep, etc.). I have done this since before I was ever diagnosed with FMS. I can honestly say that for years now, there has not been one single day where I have been free from pain. If you look at the pain scale in the app I use, my pain is never below a 4. Ever. For the past six weeks or so, my pain level has been more consistently around a 7.
0) Pain free
1) Very minor annoyance
2) Minor annoyance
3) Annoying enough to be distracting
4) Can be ignored if you are really involved in something, but still distracting
5) Can't be ignored for more than 30 minutes
6) Can't be ignored for any length of time
7) Makes it difficult to concentrate, interferes with sleep; can function with effort
8) Physical activity severly limited.
9) Unable to speak; crying out or moaning uncontrolably
10) Pain makes you pass out
FMS does not cause depression but you try living in constant pain every second of every day for years and tell me how great your attitude is. That effort that it takes to function at a Level 7 of pain is emotionally and mentally exhausting. So, please, forgive me if my status updates about my life annoy you. Your "things will be brighter tomorrow" crap just pisses me off because I know that you have no idea what I am dealing with. I truly hope you never, ever have to deal with the things I deal with on a daily basis.