Jeans for Santa

December 21, 2015

The party was a great success! It has taken me the last two days to recover from it. I’m not use to being around so many people, and especially not at the same time. As predicted, the party was fund and draining.

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My mom, grandmother, and a family friend arrived two hours early to help prepare the food. Thank goodness! My hands and feet have been achy, stiff, and swollen the last few weeks, so standing to chop fruits and vegetables in such a large quantity would have been agony. Holding a pen to write causes pain.

Guests started arriving around seven o’clock that evening, and there was a constant flow of guests arriving until ten o’clock. There was food, spirits, talking, laughing, games, prizes, and fun enjoyed by everyone!

We received many compliments on our house, decorations, and, most importantly, beautiful children. It was a wonderful evening.

Even though it was a wonderful time, I was on my feet the entire night, and regularly walking up and down the stairs (it was also a house warming party, so naturally we showed the house to our guests).

Needless to say, waking up Sunday morning after being up until three that morning was somewhat difficult. My hands and feet were swollen and stiff. My back ached, and it hurt to stand up straight. My lower back emitted sharp pains that resonated up and down my spine. Lying down was painful, but so was standing up.

Once I was able to get out of bed Sunday morning after only four hours of sleep, I did simple stretches to get moving. I was still reeling from an enjoyable party, but physically I was hung over from exhaustion and pain.

Aside from a brief walk to loosen up my joints, I spent the entire Sunday on my couch watching television shows and movies. I didn’t even make meals.

It’s good to move when your body is so stiff, so the kids, husband, and I had a brief walk just to loosen up the joints. It was painful at first, but then my joints loosened and alleviated some of my body pains. I went to bed early that Sunday night.

Today is now Monday. Well, Monday evening right now, but you get the point.

Today has been a weird day for me. I’m still exhausted and in pain, so I canceled all appointments. I spent half the day on the couch, and the other half of the day I spent writing.

What did I write? I’m glad you asked. I’ll tell.

I started my book. I’ve been wanting to write a book for the last year. I finally sat down and drafted the chapters I had in my head. Quick summaries of what I want the book to be about.

My drive to write a book is to help others with fibromyalgia, and connect with them to let them know that their feelings – physical and emotional – are more common than they may think. We are not alone in our illness and we can get through this mysterious and complex chronic issue.

I pray for guidance and direction throughout this writing process. Please pray for me.

In the later afternoon, I had to don some jeans (ouch) so I could see the big man of Christmas. Yes – Santa Claus! And, yes, me, not the kids. haha

I LOVE Santa Claus and the associated decorations. I discovered this love of Santa just this year. I don’t know what it is. The magic of Santa, or the colors, or the excitement, or all three. It’s just something I love during Christmas. Maybe it’s all the Santa decorations one of my dear friends has given me. I don’t know.

Anyways – jeans for Santa. Yes. So I put on these cutting-through-the-skin jeans in order to visit Santa at my mom’s work. My body was screaming to be in more freeing clothes, like pajamas, and my joints longed to be lying on the couch, but I refused to let this get in my way of enjoying Christmas.

I loved seeing my kids’ eyes sparkle with the Christmas magic, of seeing the Santa, receiving gifts, and spoiling their dinners with cookies.

Perfect memory.

Totally worth the jeans.

When I finally arrived home, my husband was home from work, and we crashed on the couch with leftovers from the previous night’s dinner. As I write, my hands and feet are swollen, and my entire body is covered with tingling sensations. It’s off to bed I go.

Good night.

Disclaimer: Please understand that everyone is different in their journey with fibromyalgia and/or chronic illness. This is my journey, my stories, my vulnerability to share with you in order to help in some way. It is in no way to compare my journey with yours or to minimize your pains, feelings, or experiences. Please do not comment with any negativity.


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