Traveling With Fibromyalgia – 7 Lessons Learned, 6 Things We Did Right

Traveling With Fibromyalgia – 7 Lessons Learned, 6 Things We Did Right
Doing anything with fibromyalgia is hard. Getting in and out of the shower takes a lot of energy. Going grocery shopping is exhausting. His work such as laundry, dishes, vacuuming is difficult, sometimes downright impossible. So if doing these ordinary daily activities is so difficult, why would anyone with fibromyalgia consider traveling?

Many who suffer from fibromyalgia don’t travel. I don’t blame them at all. There were many years when I was one of them. I didn’t have the energy or the right medicines to manage my illness, let alone travel. The chronic pain, chronic fatigue and fibro fog of fibromyalgia feels like it is sucking the life right out of you.

In the last four or five years, after spending six or seven years trying different medicines and therapies, I am at a stage where I can manage my illness better, at least until a flare comes up. While I have traveled some since fibro came into my life, I still don’t travel as much as I would like or as much as my wife would like.

However, I have been able to travel on occasion and I want to share some experiences about traveling with fibromyalgia and hopefully others can learn from my experiences, good and bad, and have better vacations as a result.

When people go on vacation, they do so to leave their work and stress behind. The Fibro traveler doesn’t have that luxury. That includes the pain, the fog and fatigue. We can just leave it at the office or at home and take a vacation from our illness. We have to take our illness with us.

travelling with fibroThe first trip I took after my Fibro became advanced was with my wife, Colette to Yellowstone. I think that trip was about five years ago. She made the initial plans and before she booked anything we went over what she wanted to do and what I thought I could do. It involved give and take on both sides, but most I did the giving and taking.

We compromised, mostly she compromised because I had to scale back a lot of her plans, according to what I thought I could do. It involved a lot of driving the first day, the days in the middle were much less driving and the drive home was divided in half. We drove half way home, then stayed in a Hotel. The next day we drove the rest of the way home.

It was five nights and six says all together. The first day we saw a lot of beautiful Idaho farm country and wilderness. This was a learning experience because we drove too much the first day, but had to get to our motel because of reservations. With the help of a tens unit while in the car and a heating pad in the hotel room I did it well enough. It wasn’t perfect, but it went well enough. I did have a certain amount of adrenaline going on, which helped to a point. My legs and hips were strained, stiff and sore.

The first mistake so far was in driving too much the first day. The second day we made a mistake by not staying to our schedule. We asked the locals at the motel what some cool sites were in the greater Yellowstone area that the typical Yellowstone tourist wouldn’t see. They told us about some waterfalls on the Snake River.

It sounded great. It was a great stop for nature lovers, but it was off the travel plan we had made. In my adrenaline induced ambition, I walked far too much including several flights of stairs built on the side of the gorge.

When we got to our Yellowstone cabin, we were late again. I was extremely worn out. So much so that I couldn’t even drag a small suitcase into the Cabin. All our luggage had wheels except for a couple of backpacks. I managed to carry my CPAP machine and my laptop into the cabin. The manger of the cabins carried a great deal of our luggage, thank goodness.

I soaked in the very hot, hot tub that night. It was nice because we were deep in the country and the night was very dark and the stars were very bright. The next day was a planned day off for relaxation and recuperation. I soaked a few times in the hot tub and rested. The cabin rental had a nice restaurant twenty yards away. I didn’t do anything all morning, but rest. During the afternoon I started feeling restless. I was still tired and sore, but I was also bored sitting around. Should have brought some DVD’s or books to occupy me while I rested.

Off we went to places closer than Yellowstone. We saw some wonderful things like the headwaters of the Henry river which is one of two sources of the Snake River. We returned to the cabin and I was worn out, but not exhausted. I soaked in the hot tub.

The next day started in the hot tub which is a great way to loosen up along with a hot shower. We finally got to Yellowstone. Saw some big Elk in the distance. We saw a Buffalo walking on the side of the road. We saw a lot of wildlife but no bears.

When we were in the car for more than an hour, I used my tens unit. That really helped the back and neck, but my legs always got very stiff and sore. We spent two days in Yellowstone, I think. While we were in a small town in Montana, I think it was called Yellowstone, my wife went shopping alone. I did a little shopping but mostly I sat at a table with a soda pop and rested. Then we left for home via a hotel half way back. That was the best decision we made while planning our vacation.

Because of the ability to really rest on the way home, we were able to stop at a wilderness drive through park. We drove through the park slowly with our windows rolled up. We saw up close a lot of bears, a wolf, deer and an albino elk among other animals. I was very good at taking all MEDs right on schedule. When we got home, I was completely worn out. I spent four or five days in bed (bed for me is my recliner). It took that long to get back to my normal sick self.

Seven lessons learned from that trip are:

1. I did more than I thought I could, but I still did too much.

2. Drove too much the first day.

3. Didn’t stay on the schedule.

4. Hot tubs are essential to loosen up quickly in the morning and relaxing at night.

5. Did not take rest stops to walk around. That is very important on road trips.

6. Tried to manage expectations, but didn’t do as well as we should have. We did learn from that trip about managing expectations that we applied to future vacations.

7. Get a stronger convertor. The stronger the better.

Six things we did right that saved the day:

1. Allowed for recuperation time. I should have used it all.

2. Tens unit was very helpful.

3. The heating pad was very useful in the hotels and cabin, but the converter wasn’t strong enough to get the heating pad hot enough in the car.

4. Went on the first trip without kids. This was as much a learning event as it was a vacation.

5. Took a couple of days worth of extra MEDs. Didn’t need them, but It was good to have them.

6. Planed for extra money not included in our vacation budget. In case I needed something I forgot and couldn’t do without. We used some of it.

This was my first fibro vacation. I was glad I went and I have great memories. If you haven’t taken a vacation since you came down with fibromyalgia, I would recommend a small vacation and plan for it not to go as planned. Keep expectations low and you should be fine. Make it a small, test run vacation to learn from. Consider a day long road trip or a one night test vacation for the experience of it.

To answer the question posed at the beginning, why would anyone with fibro want to travel? I would answer the question by saying that we want to be as normal as we can. We want to see new things and have adventures just like anyone else. We know that some vacations are impossible for a fibro patient to do. But sometimes you can rest and sit and still see new sights and hear new sounds and be refreshed by a change of pace. We want to get away from it all as much or more than most. With a little foresight and planning, many types of vacations are possible.

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There Is Only One Person Good At Being You And That Person Is You

There Is Only One Person Good At Being You And That Person Is You

There is only one person good at being you and that person is you.

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Do You Trust Jesus Christ?

Do You Trust Jesus?

Do you have faith in Jesus Christ? If you are reading this article then it is very likely you have faith in our Lord and Savior. This devotional is written on the basis that you, the reader, has faith in Christ Jesus.

Now I want to ask you another soul-searching question. Do you trust Jesus?

As Christians we can say without hesitation that we have faith in Jesus and love him, but, again, do we trust Jesus?

Some may say that trust and faith are the same thing or very close to the same thing. Let’s look at the two words “faith” and “trust.”

Faith

Hebrews 11:1 reads “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” Faith, therefore, is believing in something that has no physical evidence of existing.

Trust

Trust is believing that someone will do what they say they will do. When we trust people in our daily life, we generally trust those in authority over us (with exceptions) and we trust people that we have a long-standing relationship with, where they have a proven history of keeping their word.

While the words “faith” and “trust” are very close in meaning and in concept, they should be used in sequence.

do_you_trust_jesusWe believe that Jesus exists. We believe that the Jesus we read about in the New Testament is a resurrected being. We believe that he suffered, bleed and died for us and that he broke the bonds of death and lives again.

For some the gift to believe, comes as a gift by grace. For others, faith is something we acquire over time as we read the teachings of the Savior and pray and do what he teaches. For all, our faith grows as we see things happen as a result of our faith in our Savior. Our faith grows from grace to grace.

After you have experienced faith and after you have seen your faith grow you come to a point in time when you need to ask yourself, “do I trust Jesus?” It would seem like sound reasoning to say “if I have faith in Jesus then of course, I trust him.”

I agree, it does seem like good logic but I don’t think the transition from faith to trust is as clear cut in the real world. I’ve seen many Christians grow as their faith increases but for whatever reason they seem to hit a plateau. Instead of continuing to grow and climb upward, they seem to fizzle in their ascent. They lie stagnate on their plateau.

I would not presume to know all the reasons why this happens to those that are standing on the plateau. There are likely many reasons. But one reason, I think, that puts them on that plateau is that they fail to make the transition from faith to trust in their relationship with their Savior.

My best friend Scot is a good example of someone I trust. I have known him all my life. He will tell me what he will do and then I can go about my endeavors with no doubt that what he said would be done, will be done.

We need to feel like that in our relationship with Jesus. An example would be on the principle of repentance. If we repent of our sins he will forgive us and remember our sins no more.

Can we do our part in the repentance process and then go forward knowing those sins are gone? Do we trust Jesus when he says he will forgive those that repent? Do we repent then go about our life with nagging doubts wondering if we are really forgiven of our sins? If we do then we need to ask ourselves if we trust Jesus. There is a good point to make right here. We are not talking about faith. We’re beyond that. We have demonstrated our faith by repenting of our sins. Now it’s up to us to trust Jesus to forgive us of our sins.

I’ve used my best friend Scot as an example of people I trust. In the case with Scot we have grown up together we lived next door to each other until after high school graduation.

trusting_jesusWe know each others secrets and weaknesses. We’ve been through life together. I’ve known him much longer than my wife Colette of twenty-nine years.

I am blessed to have a forty-eight-year relationship with one person. We’ve had our ups and downs. I’ve long since come to know that Scot is an honorable man and one true to his word. We have a great history together so I can really use the word trust and mean it.

But Scot is just a man like me. He is not perfect. But I trust him. I hope we all can say that we have people in our lives that we can trust. I can trust my wife and I have other people in my life I can trust like my three daughters among others. But none of them are perfect.

People in our lives are not perfect. Jesus Christ is perfect. If we can trust imperfect people in our lives, shouldn’t we be able to trust Jesus Christ who is perfect in every way? We already have faith in him but do we trust what he says he will do? Do we trust his time frame? Do we trust that he will never fail us?

I do. I hope you do to.

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Free Easter Memes and Pictures

Free Easter Memes and Pictures


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Free Easter Memes and Easter Christian Devotionals

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He Lives! All Glory To His Name!

He Lives! All Glory To His Name!

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We celebrate the Easter season by reflecting on the resurrection of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. We must remember. Christ is not dead in a tomb. That tomb is empty and He is risen from his three-day prison. Jesus Christ, the Messiah is alive today in a physical, glorified and perfected body.  HE LIVES! ALL GLORY TO HIS NAME!

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Easter Memes and Graphics – Christian Devotional

Easter Memes and Graphics – Christian Devotional

This Christian memes about Easter are free to use now or whenever. The Easter message is good to use year around.


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The Resurrection Of Jesus Christ

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The first thing Christ did when he was resurrected was appear to three women.

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Because Christ was resurrected, we will also be resurrected.

How to Reinvent Yourself With Fibro . . . Living an Eventful Purpose Filled Life

How to Reinvent Yourself With Fibro . . . Living an Eventful Purpose Filled Life

I have had fibromyalgia for more than thirty years but the past eleven years have been debilitating and outright paralyzing. Because of how sick I became my blogging became erratic and eventually a burden. The first twenty years of fibromyalgia were diagnosed as arthritis. The illness had taken a severe turn for the worse and my health deteriorated very fast. I wrote a non fiction short story about my 31-year journey with Fibromyalgia that goes into the details of my illness and the myriad of symptoms.

I finally got the right doctors, the right diagnosis and my symptoms stabilized and in some cases improved. I was in a position to manage my condition to a certain extent. I have chronic fatigue, chronic pain, fibro fog which is a term used to describe issues related to the brain, memory and cognition. I have flare ups of various symptoms quite frequently. Living with fibromyalgia is like riding on an out of control roller coaster with no end in sight. There are occasional lulls in the ride and then there are unexpected sharp turns which are the fibro flares that occur frequently.

To make a real long story a little shorter I found out, through one of my pain doctors that writing, of any kind, is good physical therapy for the brain, similar to learning a foreign language. Any type of language art is good therapy for the brain to help maintain or regain memory loss and improve cognition.

reinventing_yourselfWhen my doctor knew, I was blogging and writing she said that I should do it every day as physical therapy for the brain. What started as a hobby became a type of therapy for dealing with fibro fog.

Part of my non fiction writing, deals with my experiences with fibromylagia. I write fibromyalgia posts to add to fibro awareness. I maintain a list of topics to write about regarding fibromyalgia.

One such topic was reinventing yourself after your life has been turned upside down from the terrible illness. I have reinvented myself with writing. I have been a published writer of technical articles in the defunct WordPerfect magazine more than 25 years ago. I have done on again off again non fiction writing through the years.

My personal re-invention is in the form of writing both non fiction on my blog CallahanWriter.com and fiction writing.

I came across a writing contest sponsored by Positive Writer and the topic was how writing has positively influenced my life.  In spite of my fibro fog the serendipity was not lost on me. This article was destined both to touch on the reinvention of my life as a fibromyalgia patient and to show how writing has had a profoundly positive effect on my life. Writing allows for self expression regardless of the genre. It also gives me good therapy and gives me a new identity as I seek to reinvent myself through writing.

About five or six months ago I got an itch to try fiction writing. I got hooked. Now I continue to write non fiction, as well as fiction. I have added a couple of short stories on my blog and will continue to do so. I am at various stages of two novels, one a historical fiction and the other fantasy.

As I have become much more serious about writing, I have seen some improvement in my memory issues. It will be a slow process. I have something meaningful to do each day which gives me a purpose. When you’re very sick over a long time, you tend to feel your life has no purpose. Writing gave that back to me.

For me, writing is the difference between a deep dark pit of despair and having daily hope. This is very important to the chronically ill. Writing a short story or a book will last many lifetimes and be a testament to my effort. Any kind of writing can be therapeutic from journaling to creative writing.

Writing is a way to express yourself. You don’t need to publish to be a writer. All you need to do is “take pen to paper” and express yourself. It can be therapeutic on many levels and it is a great way to live a legacy behind.

I needed to reinvent myself since I can no longer do what I used to do. Writing has been a gift to me. I can write when I feel good. I can sit on my recliner with my computer on my lap and write until I need a rest.

Writing is a way to bring something beautiful and positive out of something so insidious as fibromyalgia. Writing has been my rebirth. It has given me a sense of purpose and it gives me a reason to be excited about waking up in the morning. Writing fiction gives me a chance to create characters that can do things I can no longer do. I can live my life through my characters.

And to top it all off, I am getting physical therapy done for my brain. Writing is possible for anyone with an imagination and the ability to dream. I may only write an hour here or thirty minutes there but by the end of the day I might have a few hours of writing done. I have a purpose in spite of my severe limitations because of writing.

Troy Wagstaff ©

Christian Daily Devotional For Easter

Christian Daily Devotional For Easter

As I have been preparing some Easter messages about the resurrection of Jesus Christ, I have been reading up each of the four gospel’s accounts of the resurrection. Of course the number one message is that Jesus was resurrected but one message I felt like I should mention in addition to the resurrection is that when Jesus Christ was resurrected, he appeared first to women, then to the Apostles and other saints.

easter_cw_dev_4If Christians really read the Bible and followed its teachings then there would never be any question of women in the gospel. So many women are mistreated and abused under the name of Christianity. This is terrible and should never happen.

Everyone, men, women and children all have their role to play in the gospel of Jesus Christ. No one is loved more or less by the Redeemer. He loves us all the same. I think, as a testament to that message, that is why he first appeared to Mary Magdalene, Joanna and Mary, the mother of James. We should always treat each other, children, women and men with love and respect as we follow the example of Jesus Christ. Let’s let the Easter season remind us of how important we all are to Jesus.

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I Want To Know What Love Is

I Want To Know What Love Is

Christian Devotional

Since the dawn of time men and women have been searching for love. Adam and Eve loved each other and they taught their children about love. But as the population of the earth grew ever bigger, not everyone could feel the love their souls desired.

Men and women began looking for love in all the wrong places trying to feel a void that could only be filled with love. Countless songs have been written about looking for love. Mostly they are talking about the love of a man or women.

know_what_love_isMarried love is one of the greatest loves of all, but the greatest love of all love is between a person and their Redeemer, Jesus Christ.

One of the great rock songs about love was written by Mick Jones. I’ve enclosed seven lines from his song “I Want to know What Love Is.”

“I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me.”

I saw this un attributed quote on Pintrest recently, it says “Jesus died for you knowing you might not love Him back. That is love!”

If you want to know what love is then look no farther that Jesus Christ. If you read about his life and study his teachings you will know what love is, what real, eternal love is.

Mr. Jones goes on to write:

“In my life there’s been heartache and pain
I don’t know if I can face it again
Can’t stop now, I’ve traveled so far, to change this lonely life.”

No love, except the Saviors love, can really ease heart ache and pain. With Christ you can face anything. Through Christ you will never need to feel lonely again.

Troy Wagstaff

The Village Gate: A Short Story

The Village Gate: A Short Story

Thump! Thump! The “caller” was banging on the wooden door of the Murphy’s small cabin. It was midnight but this was urgent business. In a nervous hurry, the caller barged into the small cabin and loudly called out Clive’s name with no regard to anyone sleeping.

“Duncan! Is that you?!” Clive Murphy said with a scowling yell.

village_gate“Clive, get your gear, troubles brewing at the Village gate. Meet us at the school house.” As if to punctuate that sentence with an exclamation point, Duncan slammed the door shut.

As Clive was preparing to leave, Doria told her husband “you tell Duncan to knock next time! He better never barge into our house again! I don’t care if our village is under attack by the Unknowns or not. Next time he knocks or he gets shot!” Since the Murphy’s were a part of the Protection Society, Clive was obligated to go when requested, day or night, no questions asked.

Doria Murphy, was clanking around the kitchen getting breakfast started when her little ones woke up from a fitful sleep. Clive Jr. (CJ), the oldest came bounding down the loft.

“Ma, why didn’t you wake me up when you got up? I should to be tending to the livestock, with Pa gone” said CJ as he was getting his coat on.

“You’re right CJ, I should have thought about the livestock . . . ” her words trailed off as CJ left the cabin. In truth, Doria was thinking about her husband’s involvement with the Protection Society.

The cabin was almost shaking as the winds picked up. The wind sounded like shrieks and mournful wailing. The wind would then calm down revealing a peaceful early morning only to send autumn leaves up in the air in a swirling pattern with harsh sounds of tools and scraps of woods pounding on the barn or cabin. There seemed to be a strange rhythm to the wind gusts.

By now it was breakfast time and the cabin was engulfed with the sounds and smells of bacon on the frying pan. The wind gusts had died down. Since Clive had not yet returned from the Protection Society at the village gate, Doria couldn’t help but think “this time they must be fighting the Unknowns.” That thought a worried Doria.

Many times the Protection Society had been called to arms to protect the village from the Unknowns. Until now, a show of force seemed to keep the Unknowns at bay. The Protection Society had never actually fought the Unknowns and they usually were home by morning. Since it was past his usual arrival time Doria was concerned a real fight was on. How would they fare? They didn’t really have any fighting experience.

Doria had just placed the last strip of bacon in the frying pan and wiped her hands on her apron, peering out the window she saw Maggie with her red braids floating in the air as she raced out of the chicken coop with her egg basket curiously empty.

Instinctively, Doria’s thoughts were swirling with Maggie frantically running out of the chicken coop and wondering where her husband was? Her thoughts were blasted as a breathless Maggie burst through the door at the same time the rooster eerily crowed. “Ma! Come quickly!” yelled Maggie, “there is something wrong in the chicken coop!”

Maggie and her mama rushed to the chicken coop. As Doria stepped into the roost, a strange feeling of despair came over Doria. All the chickens were dead except for the old crowing rooster. “Oh my . . . what in the name of St. Patrick happened to the chickens?”

As Doria was stepping out of the coop, she smelled the burning bacon. As she was running to the kitchen she wondered “why is everything going wrong this morning, what’s going on?”

While cleaning the frying pan that burnt the bacon a flood of questions came over Doria as she wondered what her husband might be doing? Was he in any danger? Could he be dead? He was a strong hard-working man but he was a peaceful man, did he have a killer instinct to kill whatever was threatening the village?

CJ rushed into the cabin followed by a rush of red and orange autumn leaves hollering “Ma, where’s the rope?”

“It’s in the barn,” his Ma replied as she walked past CJ and closed the door against the cold autumn wind as it started to batter their cabin.

“No, it ain’t, I looked everywhere, I’ve got to find the rope, Ladd’s loose and Pa’s saddle is on him. He won’t come to me when I call his name, he seems spooked for some reason.”

“What do you mean Ladd’s loose? Your father rode off with him when the Protection Society came calling last night!” Doria had a feeling that something wasn’t right. With her husband off fighting the Unknown, all the chickens dead, Clive’s horse on the loose, despair and foreboding filled her senses.

Maggie was cleaning the living area of the cabin while Doria started getting dinner ready. A while later Doria called to Maggie, “would you please go out and check on your brother CJ? It’s been a while and I want to know about the horse.”

Dusk had settled in and the cold wind was still battering the small wooden cabin. Maggie put on her scarf and coat and then she ran straight to the barn like she was told.

Bursting though the wooden doors, she startled the livestock. Her brother CJ was bent over a heap of a person with bloody clothes.

“Maggie, come quick, over here!” Yelled CJ.

“Pappa!” gasped Maggie as she recognized her pappa’s face. His head and chest were soaked in blood. Clive’s eyelids seemed to flutter a few times before his eyes opened. Maggie was startled and scared. Without a moments hesitation she ran toward the cabin. She came running through the cabin doors breathlessly shouting “Ma! Come quick!”

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