Inside every sick person is a well person wondering what the hell happened. Anonymous
I think I posted this statement before. I ran acrossed it again and thought about it often today. I think Fibromyalgia sufferers do consider why did the good Lord pass this nasty disease to me? I’ve thought about God wouldn’t give you anything you could not handle.
I feel I understand and am handling my Fibromyalgia.
I know that when my body says it can’t continue, that I must at least sit but best to lay down. My body needs to rest.
If I continue to push myself, a flare is a given.
I know that I can’t have more than one glass of wine or my pain increases the next day.
I know I can only walk or exercise for a short time or my pain increases or a flare takes over.
My IBS is under control unless stress is in my life. Anxiety…I’m still working on.
I’m doing well on my prescription medication. I was fortunate to have a doctor who put me on a good regimen.
I know that if I take my medications before 9 am I do fine. But if I take them after, my whole day is off. I hurt more.
I feel I’m under control, except if a flare arrives. I get a flare when I’ve overdone and pushed my body to do things that are now difficult. It’s hard to remember you can’t participate in life as you did before Fibromyalgia.
So I wonder “what the hell happened” EVERY day.
