Decisions, Decisions...

I know that if I go to the doctor with this, he'll say it's interesting, and  try to come up with something that might work but won't. 

More trouble than usual walking in the morning. Legs don't work right, and don't want to support weight. Lower back doesn't seem to be correctly attached to pelvis. Arms and hands not quite fast enough to keep me from bumping into walls or door frames. This seems to be lasting 20-30 minutes each day.

But the good news is the dog still loves me despite this behavior!

A New Use for the Word Kerfuffle...

It usually means a commotion or fuss, especially when caused by conflicting viewpoints, right? Well, I have decided that what is wrong with my ankle these days should be called a kerfuffle. It feels like it's broken in several places, like maybe from having been crushed or something. But it also has a strange comfort about it. It's almost as if the broken state is the way that my ankle was designed to be. 

So kerfuffle sort of fits, right?

A Good Decision...

So, this morning, about 7:30, I woke up deceased. After just a few minutes of weighing my options, I elected to go back to sleep. As it turns out, that was indeed the right decision.

Summertime...

Teaching the summer camp again. Some days are easier than others, dancing with 6 year olds. 

Tonight, I went to one of my favorite restaurants with a couple of friends. Then leaving, I noticed that my right leg was about 5 inches shorter than my left. I don't think it was the food...

Been a While...

Sorry... not so much new, just a lot of the same old... Well, outside of fibro-land, some great things. The body... meh. But the usual meh!

A Funny One, I Promise!

I had one of the funniest Fibro-Fog episodes in recent memory last week, and forgot to post it. No, that's not the Fibro-Fog...

I was getting dressed to meet a couple of friends for brunch. I was standing there in front of my closet, holding the shirt I had decided to wear. I knew that it was supposed to go on my body, but could not for the life of me remember how it was supposed to get there. I looked at it from several angles, but nothing made sense. Never fear, within three minutes I figured it out!

One of THOSE Nights...

It's a very strange sensation, and a tough one to get used to, but I think I am finally there. I never really know how to describe it either, but I'll try. That's what this blog thing is for, right?

Sometimes -- not often, thank goodness -- I simply feel like I am in the process of dying. I feel my internal organs shutting down and decaying, really fast. At least, I would assume it's fast, since it generally does not last more than six or so hours.The brain doesn't usually do the shut down part, just the decay part. The muscles seem to turn to concrete, like they could never flex again. Everything inside is rotting away.

And the really weird part? I'm not worried in the least. This is one that has scared me every time, for years. Now it's just a major bother. And, I think it's fair to say, mighty uncomfortable. But I think I've finally gotten to the point where this one does not leave me doubting that I will get better anymore. And that's a good thing.

Of course, if I could cease experiencing it all together, that would be better, but I guess that is asking for too much!