Okay, I Thought it was Funny...

Well, so did my friend, so that makes two of us. A friend and I were out for a walk, and all of a sudden my right leg started getting shorter. Within a matter of one block, it felt like it was about four inches shorter than the left. I really had to fight the urge to walk in tiny circles...

It Figures...

So, my legs were hurting so badly that I had to get out of bed. With lots of cramped muscles intermixed in the pain, I thought going downstairs to drink some pickle juice would be smart (side note: yes, pickle juice often helps ease muscle cramps). Of course I needed to use the banister as I went down the stairs. And of course, the moment I touched said banister, I broke my wrist. Fibro fun to the max!

Danger Zone...

School is out, Summer Camp is not in... this is the danger zone. I don't deal well with the time off. A week or so, sure, but a month? I have a friend coming to visit this weekend, and then a class next week for a couple of days. That will help. And LOTS to do around the house. Will that help? Keep posted!

Nothing exciting...

Just a bunch of broken bones, etc. Many typical days in the life of a Fibromaniac...

A Doozie of a Day

Yesterday was probably worth several blog entries, but I didn't feel like it any of those times...

At one point, from out of the blue, a big chunk of concrete materialized in my right hip. It was about 6 by 4 by 3 inches, and rather jagged. Moving around was no fun.

A bit later, a giant corkscrew, 5 or 6 inches in diameter, worked its way up the left side of my body. Yes, the concrete was still there.

Then I had bursts of pain bouncing all over the place, kind of like a fireworks show. Perhaps a bit faster than the usual display. 

And now, I have a cold. Okay, that part is not Fibro...

Time Flies?

Wow... I was sure I posted mid-April, but I don't see it...

Well, it's been pretty much the usual. Lots of broken bones, more than before, but otherwise unusual. And lots of stress that I've been trying to let go of. Some days I am better at that than others. And of course stress and fibro flare-ups are BFFs...  wish I could break them up.