Fibronaut At Home

Interpretive Dance Like No One’s Watching

My daughter Emma is the princess of interpretive dance.  It doesn’t matter where she is; if she hears a beat that catches her ear, she starts dancing.  This morning, as I’m listening to my playlist with Beyonce, Fergie, Jennifer Lopez, Shakira, Meghan Trainor, Destiny’s Child, Iggy Azalea and Nicki Minaj, it occurred to me that I do the same thing.  I’m better at hiding it in public than she is.  I only do shoulder movements, head bobs and swaying hips.  Um.  Maybe I’m not as good at hiding it as I think I am.

Sometimes I get bored with my same work-out DVD’s.  Even ordering different ones from the library doesn’t help.  I just like my music so much that I want to do those moves to songs I like listening to.  Cue interpretive dance as a workout.  I already find myself thinking of the moves I do with the DVD’s that would go with the beat I’m listening to.  I already dance around my house.  Any movement is more than sitting down doing nothing, right?  Hopefully, my hubby’s claim that no one can see me through the windows in the day is correct.  If not, I hope the neighbor’s appreciate the entertainment.

I’m also reminded of a conversation that I had with my Brother-in-Law.  He went to school to be a personal trainer, so whenever I have workout questions, I ask him.  When I was still couch-bound every day, I asked him if just tightening my abs while I sat there was working the muscles.  He said it did, which made me feel like at least I was doing something, even if I wasn’t in full sit-up or crunches mode.  Start small and build from there!

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Day Dreaming

I was just looking at the houses for sale in the community that me and the hubby have always dreamed of living.  After all the coulda-woulda-shoulda’s and all the disappointments of the last couple years, it’s really nice to have dreams again.  I’m filled with hope.  Our day will come and hopefully we’ll appreciate it all the more.  For three years, my only focus has been fibro and CFS; How I’m feeling and not much else.  I feel like I have a new focus.

The hubby and I had a conversation while in a meeting the other day.  I found out that he isn’t all that concerned about me going back to work.  I just assumed that was the end goal.  Turns out he likes me staying at home, taking care of the kids and me.  How lucky am I?  For now I’m just home with the kids for the summer.  Next year I’ll try my hand at volunteering at their schools, maybe join the PTO.  It’s really fun to torment my 12 year old that I can’t wait to see him when I volunteer at his school next year.  Maybe I’ll have to start using that as a reward; Do this for me and I won’t show up at your school next year.

I’ve even been socializing.  GASP!  I’ve been socializing and not over-thinking every conversation or re-playing every moment and judging myself.  If I find myself starting that mess, I just say out loud, “What other people think of me is none of my business.”  Sometimes, I even Richard Smiley it and go look in the mirror.  Say it with me: “I’m good enough.  I’m smart enough, and doggone it, people like me.”

I still want to write on my sewing blog more.  I let it go as long as I’m taking the time to sew instead.  I have lost a little weight and gained a little muscle, so I need to take in some of my clothes too.  I’ve even been doing workout videos.  Real ones.  Not just yoga for aches and pains and arthritis and older people.  I did Zumba and I did a hula one.  When somebody tooties their flutie, I gots to shake my booty (Donkey from Shrek), and now I can do it without hurting myself.

My house is clean.  This deserves it’s own paragraph because, holy crap, it’s freaking amazing.  It’s clean and I did most of it.  The trick is, once you get something clean, you clean it again before it’s at the FUBAR level.  My living room gets vacuumed every other day and the toilet gets cleaned whenever it looks even a little bit dirty.  I do dishes after every meal and I do laundry twice a week.  I don’t sit down on the couch.  That used to be my spot.  I close all the recliners, fold all the blankets and stack the pillows, so I’m not tempted.  As soon as my bed is empty, I make it.  I am much more reluctant to mess it up after I take the time to make it pretty.

I’ve struggled a little with people’s reactions to how much better I’m feeling.  It’s not a miracle, just a lot of little things that I’m doing right.  I don’t allow negative thoughts and I shake off any negative feelings.  I stay positive and when I feel myself slipping, I write in my positivity journal and I listen to my upbeat, encouraging music.  I started small.  Small goals and small jobs around the house.  Every day I added new goals or I cleaned one more thing.  I’m going to paint a sign to hang above my front door that says, “Make today awesome.”  I want my whole family to experience the happiness and contentment I’m feeling right now.  I didn’t write about this sooner because I didn’t want to jinx it.  Now, I’m not going to shut up about it.

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Flare

I probably shouldn’t be typing this.  It hurts to type this.  It hurts to sit here.  Today, the sun hurt, my car seat that usually doesn’t bother me hurt, eating hurts, reading to my daughter hurts, my clothes hurt, my bra hurts, my daughter’s hair brushing against my arm hurts and my daughter’s soft skin against my arm hurts.  Everything hurts.  We have a chance for storms tonight, and it is supposed to get a little cooler over the next couple of days.  I want it to be cooler, but not at the expense of my body.

I’m so tired but I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep with this much pain and discomfort.  I’m glad I got a little laundry done earlier before this hit.  The breeze coming in the window feels good, but it makes my bones hurt.  I’m under the softest blanket we own, I have on a soft shirt and shorts, inside-out and the cloth burns against my skin.  It’s like I have a sunburn, but I don’t.  I did get a little sun this weekend and at my son’s cross-country meet on Tuesday.  I’ve run myself ragged this week with getting the kids to school, to practice and home.  My floor has been sticky for over a week and it is just getting worse, but there is no way I can do anything about it with how I feel.  Sink is full of dishes, entire bathroom needs scrubbing, still have to finish the laundry I started and Emma has toys from one end of the house to the other.  I need a Fairy-Maid Mother.

My Katie’s first volleyball game is tomorrow at one.  I won’t be able to do anything else before or after if I still feel like this tomorrow.  I’m going to meditate and hopefully that will help.

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Weekend Warrior

Weekends have always been the most difficult times for me. My normal schedule is interrupted by family events, kids’ activities and whatever else didn’t get done during the week. I rarely get to rest like I need to because we’ve always been ones to get started early with whatever we’re doing. So I often push myself too hard on the weekend. With only one income, we are less likely to squander any time at an activity that we’ve paid for, such as the zoo or the museum, since we don’t know when we’ll next be able to afford to do something fun outside the home. That means that we leave as early as possible and stay as long as possible. I spend most Mondays recovering.  My husband works all week and has the most desire to get things done on the weekend. When the kids are in school, this is not a problem but during the summer, weekends are hell. I don’t get several days during the week with the kids in school to recuperate. I’m in Mommy mode 24/7.

We had family visiting from Texas this weekend. It is now Wednesday and they left on Monday but I am still recovering. We had some stormy weather come in yesterday so today has been spent trying to get comfortable with the lingering aches from this weekend and the headache and body aches from the weather. We did so much this weekend and I didn’t want to miss out on anything. Two full days is nothing when you haven’t seen someone you love in what feels like forever. I have learned that there are some moments in life, that no matter the consequences you have to grasp. Pain and fatigue are going to be there whether you are sitting on the couch alone or going somewhere with your family. Focus on the smiles and laughter. This is the hardest part for me because it hurts my face to smile or laugh.

We went to an amusement park. I did things with the little kids mostly. They wanted to swim, which mostly involved standing in the shallow end of the wave pool. There was some walking between the kiddie area, the wave pool and our cabana, but I took it slow. A couple trips on the lazy river holding my three-year-old in an inner-tube was doable. One trip down a raft ride was a huge mistake though. There were a lot of stairs and I was shaking and nauseous by the time we got to the top. I almost gave up but figured it would be easier to climb the rest of the way up and ride down than to trust my shaking legs with walking back down. With the reserved cabana and plenty of other adults, I was able to rest as much as I needed. I took the two youngest on little kid rides and they were tall enough to ride by themselves thankfully. I sat a lot, hurt a lot and yawned all day but I had fun. Fun! Such a foreign concept to me now as I spend most of my time just trying to be comfortable enough to be present.

We also went fishing the day before but I spent the majority of that venture in my lawn chair. But I was there. That is the important part. Just call me the human bump on a log. I don’t care. I was in my element, watching my kids and their cousins on the playground, refereeing their disagreements and laughing at their antics. So I’m still recovering three days later. Who cares? It isn’t like I have anywhere else to be or anything else to do. I would like to be working on my daughter’s Birthday present. I would rather be sewing and laundry is piling up again. I have a very dirty bathroom and should be cleaning it but that just isn’t going to happen right now. I am going to watch the rain and hope that the aches subside soon.

I’ve already spent too long on this post according to my fingers and my shoulders. As I’ve been zoning out for the last five minutes, trying to determine how to end this post, it has stopped raining and the birds are playing in the puddle at the end of our driveway. I can see some blue skies on the horizon and the sun has started to shine through the gray clouds. A kid is out riding his bike already and a little squirrel just scampered across the lawn. Now the birds are singing and I am zoning out again. The pain is still here, along with the fatigue. I feel like I have cotton for brains. I’m hungry and there are plenty of leftovers but I’m feeling kind of down so I’m craving chocolate cupcakes. Weekend Warrior + Fibromyalgia + CFS = the rambling randomness of this post. And I still don’t know how to end this.

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The Dangers of a Clean Kitchen

Yesterday was a snow day for the kiddos.  I was happy to have them home and to myself.  Really.  I swear.  Okay, you got me.  In the morning, my hubby had a doctor’s appointment to go to and had there been no snow day, I would have had to drive the kids to school.  I haven’t driven them to school in over a year.  I’ve been Fibronaut at Home since March 30, 2011 and have only driven them to school once since then.  Really, I was just happy that I could have slept in, had I not been so happy at not having to get up, which led me to not being able to go back to sleep.

Back to the snow day and me and my kids, stuck in our 1100 square foot house.  No escape, for them or for me.  Everything was fine.  We were watching Ghost Adventures, Season 4 and for a brief time, all was sunshine and rainbows.  If you have three kids, three televisions, a Wii, an XBOX, a DVD player, a VCR, a laptop, a Kindle Fire HD, a tablet, a 3DS, two DS Lites, 5 gazillion kids’ books and movies, what are the odds that instead of finding something to do on their own, they will immediately glob onto whatever the other one has, whining incessantly, fighting,  and screaming, until I am ready to run from the house in pajamas in the 15 degree weather?  Instead of exposing my sensitive parts to the weather, I decided to get some stuff done.  I loaded the dishwasher and rested.  Then, I started cutting material for skirts for the girls and I rested.  In between each task, I had to kick children out of my spot on the couch.  I took a shower and rested.  In between the straightening of the kitchen and the shower, I realized that we had a lot of brown bananas.  Here is where the insanity begins.

I know better than to bake.  I really do.  But sometimes, the thought of yummy, delicious muffins and the anomaly of a “clean” kitchen is too much to resist.  I had a “clean” kitchen.  The majority of the dishes were clean, I had on socks so I couldn’t feel the icky-ness of the floor and the counters were semi-organized.  I should have just gone for a walk in the snow and below-zero wind chill temperatures instead.  Baking should be easy.  I have a mixer.  All I have to do is measure stuff, put it together and put it in a pan and I’m done.  But this recipe didn’t call for a mixer so my brain didn’t make the connection and I hand stirred everything.  The recipe included brown sugar.  Mine is in a rock-like lump inside the bag.  I had to chisel chunks off and then use the mortal and pestle just to get it in usable form.  That was the first thing I did and with the way my arms, back and neck felt, should have been a huge red flag to me that maybe I should stop.  This is what is hard to explain about fibromyalgia pain and what most healthy people do not understand.  It is not that every movement is painful at the time and what you are doing does not have to be particularly difficult.  What matters is that every movement is paid for, whether you pay when you’re doing it, or later that day, or the next day.  Sometimes, like with my baking, you pay for it during all three.

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The muffins are delicious and the children still breathe, but my arms and shoulders are petitioning the rest of my body to secede and my hands get these wonderfully sharp spasms going through them every once in a while.  Here I sit at my keyboard, typing away, like I’m not going to pay for this post the rest of the day and possibly into tomorrow.  The laundry needs starting (not happening), the kitchen is once again a mess (muffin mess plus dinner mess), and the kitchen and living room floor is even worse than it was (kids were home yesterday migrating as they ate their muffins).  I think I’ll just chill out and watch the snow melt before I have to pick up kids from school.  Maybe I’ll get lucky, the kids will get in a fight and I can make them do dishes as punishment.

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Confessions (gasp!) of a Mommy with Fibromyalgia

My house is a disaster area and the next person who comments on it can clean it for me if it bothers them that much (hint, hint).

My 10-year-old and 8-year-old get themselves ready in the morning.

My 10-year-old and 8-year-old get their three-year-old sister ready in the morning too.  I do sometimes lift my head from my pillow to offer groggy, bleary-eyed and often unnecessary advice.  They are pros.

My husband gets himself ready in the morning (GASP!!!).

My husband gets himself out of bed in the morning (DOUBLE-GASP!!!)

I don’t do ironing.  Seriously.  Eventually the wrinkles smooth themselves out and that is what the “wrinkle-release” cycle on the dryer is for.

I always have laundry piled up, waiting to wash or dry or fold or put away.  Have I mentioned I really love the “wrinkle-release” cycle on the dryer?

My children (with the exception of the three-year-old and my husband) fold their own laundry and put their own laundry away.  Sometimes, they wash their own laundry.

I’ve made it one of my goals to do dishes every day.  I said it’s a goal, not a sure-thing.

Although my daughters and I require zero aim when using the toilet, the two who do have to “shoot for the target” and are therefore the most likely ones to cause the curious yellow stains around (and I mean AROUND) the toilet have NEVER (that I can recall) cleaned the toilet.  This isn’t really a confession, but a strongly worded hint.  I mean, really.  I only have so many “spoons” a day and to spend even a quarter of one of my spoons on the toilet is not only unfair, but cruel and unusual punishment.

My three-year-old gave me the nickname of “Sleepy-head-Mommy, wake-up!”

I don’t like to wash my hair every day and so I’ve gone poo-free so that my hair produces less oil and is less dry, requiring less maintenance.  I wash my hair with a baking soda and water solution and only put conditioner on the ends.  Don’t go “EWWW!”  I watched several videos on YouTube and read several blogs before starting this.  Google it.

I don’t clean the kitty litter until I either can’t stand it anymore or my husband complains about it.  I would now tell my husband to refer to the first confession on this blog but Alice The Cat is my cat and he’d probably let her outside for the fox to eat if I started asking him to clean the litter.

Sometimes, when I’m feeling particularly bad (pain, fatigue, PMS, depressed) and my children start whining, I let them do whatever they want.  Third bubble bath of the day?  Sure!  Play XBOX even though your room isn’t clean?  Why not?  Eat every junk-food item in the house in rapid succession?  Your Dad will be home soon so don’t let him catch you eating that.

My husband is moving my three-year-old’s toys to behind the couch to try to contain her mess to that area.  This isn’t a confession either, but I wanted someone else to laugh at him on that one with me.

“God made dirt and dirt don’t hurt” is my new motto.

Any and all word problems in my kids homework are saved for when Daddy gets home.

My three-year-old is potty trained but refuses to wipe herself after going #2.  She instead hollers “Mom!  I pooped!”  It sometimes takes me so long to get there to help that she has started singing to herself while she waits.  It’s almost like I’m on “Jeopardy”.

My kids have learned to read my lips.  Especially when I’m mouthing “Ask your Dad.”

If what I wore to bed the night before is sweat pants and a t-shirt, I’m probably picking up my kids from school in it.

Actually, I should clarify.  That was the old me.  The new me has a new goal of taking a shower every day and so I usually do have clean clothes on by 2:30 pm when I pick up the kids from school.  If I’m not going anywhere else, however, I immediately change back into my comfy clothes.  Also, showering is another goal, not certainty.

The only reason, besides company coming over, that I clean my living room, is so I can do my yoga or my “Deepak Chopra’s: Leela” on the XBOX Kinect.

I don’t procrastinate.  I just forget.  Until it is too late.  Then I remember.

How long does it take three kids, one husband and one fibro-fighter to clean a house?  I’ll let you know if it ever happens.

Wait!  I had a Celebrating Home party in March and my house was clean then.  Unfortunately, that is the last time my house was clean.

My daughter once took a moldy sandwich to lunch for school.  I swear that I checked that bread while making that sandwich.  I’m also pretty sure that this happened before my diagnosis but I’m still using fibro-fog as an excuse.

I’m pretty sure I’ll think of more of these gems after I post this, but if I’m going to meet any of my “goals” today, I better get my butt off the couch.  Besides, my daughter has a friend coming over after school today and I can’t see my living room floor.  I jest.  I can see my living room floor, it’s just covered with crap at the moment.

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Why am I panicking?

Feeling lost today. The kids are back in school and my littlest is in preschool. What should I be doing? Now that I only have to worry about me for three days of my week, I feel like I’m not sure where to start or what to do. I’m almost panicking because I’m realizing that it is almost one o’clock in the afternoon and I haven’t done anything. In not wanting to do too much, since I need to be able to drive this afternoon to pick up the kids, I’ve ended up doing nothing! I’m freaking out about hearing people outside and wondering “What if someone rings my doorbell?” Seriously. This is what I’m freaking out about. I suddenly have all this time and I know that there are things I should be doing. What a waste of my time.

Still feel like I’m going to hyperventilate!  I thought about not posting this, but since my blog is my support group it would probably help if someone (anyone?) could tell me I’m not losing my mind.

All the things I could’ve worked on today but didn’t:

Laundry-I have 4 loads to fold.

Dishes-my stove top is covered in pans because while my kids can load and un-load, me and the hubby are responsible for the heavy duty stuff.

Sewing a border on all my napkins I cut earlier this year but haven’t yet sewn the border so they unravel a little more every time I wash them.  I also have about 10 things on my “Want to sew list” but every time I start one it isn’t 10 minutes before my back, hands or arms are killing me.  I use a machine so how hard could it be.

Picking up all the crap that has been strewn from one end of my house to the other by my children.

Mopping the floor.

Walking the dog.

Going to walk in the warm pool.

Take a shower.

Do my “Yoga for Aches and Pains”  DVD I got from the library.

These are all things that I would like to accomplish but every single one of them seems insurmountable because every time I start one, I either don’t have enough energy to finish or my pain is too great to finish.

I can do it!  Even if I can’t do it, I need to just get up off my you-know-what and do it.  I can do eet!  Even if I don’t do that much, it is better than doing nothing.

Thanks for listening.  I always feel better when I talk to you all.  Maybe next time I’ll write about what is really bothering me.

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Funk

No. Not B-O funk.  And no.  Not George Clinton and Parliament Funkadelic funk either. Now The Black Eyed Peas song “Smells Like Funk” is stuck in my head, but that’s not what I’m writing about either.  I’m in a what-am-I-good-for funk.  I’m in a even-if-I-could-work-no-one-would-want-me funk.  I’ve been seriously considering whether I could return to work.  Not because I feel well enough to but with the hope that this new doctor I’m seeing next month will be able to kick fibromyalgia’s butt and I’ll be feeling like my old self again.  As I am right now, with the spasms and pain, not to mention fatigue, I know that going back to work would be impossible.  It’s funny that I think of fatigue last, when it is the biggest obstacle.  It’s hard to concentrate on what you’re doing when you’re having spasms, which can be painful or when you are in pain, period.  But it is near impossible to concentrate, let alone stand, when you are fatigued.  I’m not talking just a little tired, although I feel tired all the time, whether I’ve slept good or not, whether I’ve taken naps or not.  Fatigued means having zero energy, dizzy when standing, dozing off all day, feeling like you can’t move your arms or legs, feeling like you have a pound of bricks for brains and if your head weren’t attached, it’d go rolling off your body.  I cannot remember the majority of April.  Me and my three-year-old slept in till 10:30, we rarely went anywhere and I had a couple of trips to pick up my kids where I honestly felt like I might fall asleep while driving.  Now that we’re into June and I haven’t had any fatigue days, just pain and spasms, I’m wondering whether I can go back to work.

All I need is an employer who’ll allow me to take naps during the day, sit in a recliner so I can keep my feet elevated, and will allow me to take any sick days I need when I’m fatigued or in too much pain to work.  If the barometer is shifting, I’ll need that day off too.  Also, no stress.  I cannot handle any extra stress.  Forget socializing, because I don’t do that.  Unless you want someone with no TMI filter talking to your most important clients and board members?  Don’t I sound like the ideal candidate?

So far, the only job I can come up with is stay-at-home Mom and I’m already doing that for free!  I take that back.  I do get paid in hugs and kisses and little kid jokes.  My kids are the best and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.  Maybe a hot tub.  I really want a hot tub.  Joking!  Only joking.  The two older ones are pretty much self-sufficient.  Unfortunately, they are masters at pushing each other’s buttons, not to mention mine.  They almost make up for all the fighting, both physical and verbal, with the help they give me with the three-year-old.  In August they’ll go back to school and the little one will go to preschool, then what am I going to do with myself?  Will I finally be able to do my Deepak Chopra’s Leela game?  I really liked it the one time I got to play it.  Will I finally be able to go to the heated pool in Greeley?  The drive to Greeley and back might make the exercises in the pool pointless.  Right now, the majority of exercise I get involves laundry, dishes and picking up the crap everyone else leaves laying around.

So my funk continues…and that song is still stuck in my head!

 

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I Can Do Eet!!!

Do to unforeseen scheduling conflicts, I had to drive myself to my appointment with my pain specialist today.  This is a ginormous deal for me.  The trip takes about 45 minutes and includes driving on the interstate.  This is the farthest I’ve driven and the first time I’ve driven on the interstate in over a year.  I kept telling myself out loud, “you can do this” over and over when I felt myself tensing up or hyperventilating.  At the top of my lungs, I sang along to “Jack and Diane” by John Mellencamp, “Dream On” by Aerosmith, “Hella Good” by No Doubt and a couple other songs that I cannot, for the life of me, remember.  Despite the mini-concert, I arrived safely and a half an hour early for my appointment.  This was a good thing, as they do a UA (urine analysis) at every appointment.  Unfortunately, even though they got me right back for the UA, I forgot to tell my doctor’s front desk that I was done peeing in the cup and didn’t remember until a half an hour past my appointment time.  Do they not realize they are dealing with a fibronaut?  They’re lucky I remembered what I was supposed to do with that little plastic cup after I read the directions that are taped on the wall next to the toilet!  By the time I was finally called in to see the doctor I was exhausted and not looking forward to the drive home.  The pain in my shoulder was screaming at me that it was time for my muscle relaxer but I knew if I took it then, I’d be too tired for the drive home.  While my “driver” did arrive to “help” with my nearly-three-year-old, she cries every time he tells her anything, she won’t let him take her to the bathroom and she won’t stay in the waiting room with him.  I still had to drive us home, but at least (since when is atleast not a word Google Chrome?) there was someone following who could honk wildly if I drifted or swerved or something.  My nearly-three-year-old also got an impromptu lesson in peeing in a cup when she refused to stay in the waiting room with my “helper”.  That wasn’t an awkward experience at all (did the sarcasm come through?).  I realized on the way home that I didn’t have to take the interstate that morning after all.  With the stress of the trip to the doctor and the actual doctor visit over, I found a route that avoided the interstate completely.  Thanks to fibro-brain, I am unable to make last-minute decisions.  Thanks to our finances, I don’t have GPS or a smart phone.  Which means, if I don’t have time to get on my laptop before I leave and I have to drive on the fly, I take the first route that pops in my brain.  We made it home again safely and after picking up my other two from school, saying I hurt really, really badly is an understatement.  My pain specialist has allowed me to take 800 mgs of Ibuprofen three times a day if needed and I need it now.  My fingers, wrists, elbows, shoulders, knees, feet, toes and hips are killing me and I want a nap.  I’m under my heating blanket even though its’s 70 degrees outside.  I’m ending this now because I can’t type anymore.  Fibro Fighters Unite!

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