A Day In The Life Of Fibromyalgia – An Illness of Contradiction

A Day In The Life Of Fibromyalgia – An Illness of Contradiction

Typically the stormy weather, especially thick overhead clouds, rain storms and snow storms make me hurt two or three times as bad as my normal fibro pain. Good weather days are the best for my chronic pain.

One of the most unique things I’ve learned about fibromyalgia is that it is not only an illness of chronic pain, chronic fatigue, fibro fog, insomnia and muscle spasms, but it is an illness of contradiction. Just when you think you have things figured out, in my case I thought that after thirty-one years I was getting it figured out, something is different, aspects of the disease are contradictory.

Take for instance this past week. Sunday I was able to teach my Sunday School Class but was in my recliner for the rest of the day. That, in and of itself, isn’t so strange but then the next day I wake up to a welcome but unexpected major rain storm. In Utah we are having a drought and needed the heavy rain. I was able to go to the gym and walk the treadmill at a blinding fast and steady speed of two miles an hour. That is not usual.

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Because I exercised on a stormy day I thought I would be massively sore and racked with mind numbing pain the next day confined to my recliner throughout the whole day.

Come Tuesday, I wasn’t in the recliner the whole day. I lead a fibro active day. I was able to help my wife put away laundry. Not for long because of feet and back pain, but the fact I was able to help at all was a miracle from the normal routine. Hence another contradiction. I spent the part of the day being incredibly stiff and typically sore and in fibro chronic pain. Later that day I was able to clean a portion of my den on the same day as laundry. I didn’t overdue anything on Tuesday.

Now today, Wednesday, I am bedridden. In my case bed ridden means being a prisoner of my recliner. Today is a warm day with partly sunny skies. Nothing normal about this week so far and thus from the fibro contradictions, it has been a very normal week.

Troy Wagstaff ©

Hope, Fibromyalgia, Despair and Contradiction

Hope, Fibromyalgia, Despair and Contradiction

Hope is like the waves of the ocean crashing on the beach. At first your feet get wet, and over the time, the waves get bigger, bringing in more hope, making you more wet. Eventually the waves of hope completely engulf you leaving wet with hope.

Then the waves recede back into the tumultuous ocean to leave all but your feet dry again.

waves_of_hope_fibro_despairPain is like the waves of the ocean crashing on the beach. At first your feet get wet, and over the time, the waves get bigger, bringing in more pain, making you more wet. Eventually the waves of pain completely engulf you, leaving you wet with pain.

Then the waves recede back into the chaotic ocean to leave all but your feet dry again.

Despair is like the waves of the ocean crashing on the beach. At first your feet get wet, and over the time, the waves get bigger, bringing in more despair, making you more wet. Eventually the waves of despair completely engulf you, leaving you wet with despair.

Then the waves recede back into the turbulent ocean to leave all but your feet dry again.

With the tides, the waves of hope, pain and despair come and go, engulfing you, but eventually leaving you dry and hopeless, with less pain and less despair. The contradictory waves of fibromyalgia are a fickle thing always at the beckoning of the tumultuous sea.

CallahanWriter ©

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