Has it been Hard for You to Accept your New Life with Fibromyalgia?
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Brace for impact!! Is a good way to describe the terrible feeling that I have when a flare is coming. When I take all my pills and still, I pass the night sleepless, I know that the next day fibro will bring me down. People around me think that I’m just being lazy, they don’t realize how terrible for me is to miss a day of my life in bed, having so much to do and, I simply can’t handle the basics. By basics I mean: drive, cook, speak (mental fog is horrible and takes away my capacity to speak the things I think) nor take a shower.
How to describe a flare? Well is a day with generalising pain, shaking hands, migraines and with all… depression and anxiety join the club.
As I explained in my first story, I’m a Civil Engineer and mother of 3. I started working when I was 15 years old. This explains why I’m a horrible housekeeper and stay at home mom. For more than 10 years I kept a very hush routine, I started my day at 5 am, made breakfast for everybody, get ready for work and commute 2 hours to get to work.
On the job I was the best of my team, I was on top of everything and my production was just outstanding. My daughter played volleyball so, I seat on a volleyball court for 3 hours 2 nights a week and almost every weekend they played in different places, sometimes 3 hours away from home. My son was diagnosed with Autism and he had therapies 3 days a week, this task I shared with my husband. Since February 2017 I started this new stay at home- life, with a big regret, It’s just such a big change!!.
I allow myself to dream, and a smile comes along… as I wait for a pain-free day and a new opportunity to start a new career path. I dream that this will all go away, and…despite the age healing finds me…I will go out…and fight the world again!! I will go out again!!!
