Another Advantage...

Another advantage to being FibroDude -- I currently have four or five dislocated ribs, and one to three of them are probably also broken. This is reality, not Fibro-injuries. I fell, really hard, courtesy of an icy parking lot. 

I'm not sure how well I could have handled this pain if I weren't so used to it all the time. I am definitely not enjoying it, but I have not missed any work so far, and suspect I won't at this point. 

So, Fibro to the rescue once again!

Fascinating Twist

Well, this is a new one...

You know how I frequently feel broken bones that aren't really broken? If you've been following me for a while, you might remember one of the times when I assumed a toe was Fibro-broken only to discover when I took my shoes off that it was actually broken. 

So here's the new adventure. Buddy landed on my toe pretty hard yesterday, whatever, he does it all the time. It hurt for a couple of minutes, whatever, it does that all the time. This morning, getting out of bed, I happened to look at my foot, and see my clearly broken toe -- multiple shades of purple and indigo, and the top 2/3rds of it sideways, about 80 degrees off. Broken. No doubt about it. 

But according to Fibro, it's not broken. Even when I turned it back to face the correct direction. Nothing. No pain. It just feels like a toe. Even if putting weight on my foot doesn't hurt, changing my toe's direction should have. Seriously, nothing. Putting on a sock, then a shoe -- nada. I'm tempted to try tap dancing. I think I will let that temptation pass. 

The lesson learned? Sometime Fibro is my best friend!

Gentle Reminder...

I got a couple of reminders today about how much better I do when I find the humor in my situations. It's true that sometimes pain is not funny. Okay, pain itself is very seldom funny. But the ways I experience it still can be. And I do have a warped enough sense of humor that I should be playing to that more often. 

Feeling like I've got a compound fracture in my right leg? Not funny. Imagining showing a compound fracture in my right leg to the lady in front of me in the express checkstand with her 30-some items, asking if maybe I could go ahead of her with my three so that I can get to the Emergency Room a little faster? Imagining the look on her face? Okay, that's kind of funny...

So, take my fibro... please!

Happy New Year!

Well, half way through Winter Break. So far, so good. Sleep has been way off, but that's not really a problem. I'm getting enough, just not at the normal times. I'll take that. Physically pretty normal for me, problems walking, bones snapping, phantom disturbances -- nothing to report, really.

But it's a new year, and another week without a set schedule. Hopefully the dogs will keep me on my toes for another 8 days!