February 9, 2015
Today was a crazy busy day. It started sort of crummy, but was okay at the end of the day.
To start the day, all four of our children woke up with fevers and sinus congestion. Not fun for anyone. After a quick doctors visit, my husband went to work and I started the whole disinfecting routine. Washing sheets, spraying Lysol on every inch of the house, vacuuming, airing out every room, the works which to Fibro Thrivers is also known as bring-on-the-flare workout.
During my lunch break my husband came home early because he also had fever with sinus congestion. He still had to work from home, but he was miserable. I was in a lot of pain and had four more loads of laundry to do in addition to the three I already did. Normally, I would ask for help to lessen the pain, but not with my husband so sick. I was in the thick of things and I was alone.
Scratch that….not alone. I had my sister. I’m not use to living so close to her, so I asked her if she could help out with some of my laundry. She agreed. Hallelujah! Laundry done.
After a few errands and a quick trip to the store for dinner, I was back home and enjoying our family dinner. At least, five minutes of the beginning of the meal because my youngest son decided to start his scream-crying about something that happened earlier in the day.
Did I mention how sensitive to sounds I am?
Ugh….it was a lot to bear at the end of the day. I excused myself to cry in my room. Sometimes it feels better to cry and it happens at random times without warning. I pulled myself together and went back to dinner.
My husband, despite being ill, cleaned up the entire kitchen including – gasp – wiping down the counters. I know! It was a huge relief! Cleaning that kitchen after all day cleaning was such a huge weight off my shoulders.
After the kitchen he helped me put away the laundry, make the beds, and put the kids to bed. He will never understand the gratitude and appreciation I have when he does things like that. It may not seem like a lot to the average Joe, but to someone living with fibromyalgia and chronic pain, it is a tremendous help and prevents so much more pain.
I closed the chaotic pain filled day with a bag of chocolate covered potato chips – eww gross, never again – and a movie Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitters Dead.
Yes, I had a painful day. Yes, my emotions were on edge. And, yes, I will have a flare tomorrow.
But for now? I am thankful for the less pain because my husband helped me lessen the burden of the housework. I am thankful for my sister’s help with stepping in to take some of the load.
I am thankful for the great support system I have.
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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.