Dar49 Daily.Sorry it took so long. Computer problems. But it was worth the wait. This issue is jam-packed with everything! Enjoy!
Category: fibromyalgia
Dar49 Daily. I am, especially, happy with the news robots this time. I almost forgot to edit, as I enjoyed reading each and every article. Edit in this case means just eliminating repeated stories or those that are boring to me. Like it? Hate it? Let me know. Thanks!
Fibromyalgia Mystery Finally Solved! | The Guardian Express.
Not sure I believe this one. What I can relate is that when the doctor decided to test my blood to see if my blood sugar was low she saw that I was a ‘bleeder’ I have always known that my fingertips were so sensitive that I had to keep my nails long. I gave up trying to teach myself guitar. I found staccato tunes on the piano painful. Typing on a typewriter hurt. If my hands get cold while preparing fruits or veggies for salads I was pretty much a basket case and couldn’t eat said foods for hours after.
That said. The pain I experience in a flare feels like my bones from tailbone to ankles are going to explode. The next step of a flare goes up into my shoulders and neck. Then arms and shoulder blades at the level of bra-strap start in. But the very worst of it isn’t a headache, thank God-dess I don’t get those, too! but a fog that is so permeating that I am unable to do anything at all. Even remembering to go to the restroom slips my mind while in that fog. So did I just prove this latest study right? As I stated at the beginning, not sure. But it is something not to hear it is in my head! I am so tired of people showing and proving to me that they have overcome and thereby I am somehow less than they are! Do they think I like spending my life in bed? Do they realize how busy I used to be before this took over my life? Have they any idea how passionate I am about so many things that I can’t find the energy to enjoy? It is NOT depression! I am depressed because I can’t do stuff! Sorry for the whine! And no, I don’t do cheese: gluten-free/vegan!
Dar49 Daily. It’s out! Enjoy!!
Why I don’t want to finger prick for results of diabetes. Why I couldn’t play the guitar. Why I keep my nails longer.
Another Fibromyalgia & Exercise Study. Sigh.. I have been turning down stories about this latest news because I felt it wasn’t true. The worse cases, most likely to be shot into flares by the exercise programs, either didn’t find it possible to follow through, or didn’t even start.
I try to be the person who exercises. I can’t stay with it. I have dreams of running. I can’t make it to the kitchen or bathroom without being dizzy and putting myself into a flare, especially when the weather is unstable. My husband and I start by just walking around our apartment complex. We feel excited when we can make one round. It is .10 of a mile. I used to walk a lot. Eight miles was nothing. I loved being outside. I used to love swimming. The big F hit and the only swimming I can do is in a hot springs pool.
Instead, to keep my mind active, I am on the internet all day or reading books. At least I am one step above curling up and sleeping all day. Those are the worst days. So I applaud myself for the small things I can do! Yay, me!
Dar49 Daily. Yep! I have a Paper.li paper. It is fun to work with. I select the news that I want to see. I try to keep what I choose positive, Earth-friendly. but bring attention to social injustices. The paper is heavy, right now, about Game of Thrones and fibromyalgia health issues. Oh, and I try to find a lot of articles on writing and books. Hope you all like it. The thing is, when you start to set up your paper, you get to put in the search bar the things you are interested in. Up pops a bunch of news feeds from AP through Twitter. Then you go to your paper and run a refresh and pick and choose from what is presented. I think it is a fun, informative procedure. AND I don’t have to write in journalism form, I can stay my emotive, opinionated self over here. All AP style is done for me. 🙂
Since I started to seriously blog here my health has been an issue. In looking for answers I reacquainted myself with …
For one of those blogs I needed to write a letter to the owner describing me here and now. Here is what I wrote to her:
Hi Golda,
I love your website! I found it through the blog: Dances With Fat.
I come from half heredity of big people and half skinny-minnies. My children, four adults, three males and then the youngest of the family, female. Only the oldest carries the fat cells, the others took after the skinnies.
My weight has always been a problem for me. But I would love to go back to my fat days of 135! Now I am nearly 75 pounds more than that. I have been a vegetarian for nearly 20 years. When people look at me they don’t believe me. The only thing I have been able to offer is that hippos and elephants are vegetarians also.
Elephant vs hippo (Photo credit: andrew.napier)
Last Friday I learned that I am now diabetic and was told, again, my cholesterol is still high. I did learn my thyroid needs a pill. And more pills on top of the ones for depression/social anxiety, fibromyalgia, osteoporosis, arthritis, etc. No surprise, see above. Cold, changeable weather of Winter causes such pain and mental fogginess that I can’t even get up to shower much less getting into some sort of exercise routine.
In the late spring when the weather is warmer and stable I get out of the house into the sun and have a regular life. So meanwhile, how do I lose the unhealthy weight? I have decided to finally give in and go vegan. Since I hate fish, chicken, eggs and milk, the choice to give up butter, oils and cheese seems easy. With the exception of coconut oil.
English: Coconut oil in solid state (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Meanwhile, I am thinking about the last time I lost a lot of weight and how it was due to a shopping trip to Pic-n-Sav, now called Big Lots. I was pushing my cart through the aisles and spotted a huge beautiful woman. Her hair, make-up, clothing, demeanor reeked of glamor and awesomeness. I took one look at her and knew she had some secrets. I could tell SHE LOVED HERSELF AND HER BODY. And pound for pound she was easily three times my size. And though she seemed to tower over me I was looking her in the eye. We were the same height.
She didn’t know it but she saved my life. I walked down the next aisle a little embarrassed that I had been gawking. I looked down at my mouse clothes that were hiding me from the world and decided it was time to start loving me. I was able to go out and get new wonderful clothes. I took pride to look my best and to walk with confidence, ‘fake it til you make it.’
Within a couple months, without really trying, my clothes were too large for me. I didn’t even notice it. A friend took me to shop for clothes and I was flabbergasted to find I was a size 8!
And so, now, at 63, I am hoping, through accepting me and these nasties my body has thrown at me, that I will find that version of myself.
Thanks for the opportunity,
Dar
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- The Coconut Oil Boom. (elephantjournal.com)
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