Chronic Comic 324 : FibroModem. I have been in an extreme flare the last few days. The weird part of that little comic is that when I am not in a flare I almost don’t believe such a thing exists. Meanwhile, I am very unhappy about my lack of wordage. Typing is very uncomfortable and I can’t make it too far from my bed so finding a why to Dragon-Speak in a private area hasn’t happened. But you watch. When this flare goes bye-bye I won’t remember how miserable I was. Grrrr.
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Dar49 Daily.Sorry it took so long. Computer problems. But it was worth the wait. This issue is jam-packed with everything! Enjoy!
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!!
Celebrities battling Chronic Illness (some of them may surprise you!) : Putting Experiences of Patients First. A couple of days ago, I posted this article on my paper: Dar49 Daily at Paper.li.com. I found it so profound that I thought I would share again. It isn’t that I am happy to see others suffer like I do or worse than I do. It is just nice to see a bit of validation for those of us who have invisible diseases/disorders. That it wipes us out of the work force could be seen as psychological. And if you saw some of the jobs many of us have had you might look forward to getting out of those jobs, too. But if you have a successful career in acting, singing, or otherwise in the public eye, the disease/disorder becomes real. I miss working in public. I don’t miss the pain of standing all day. I miss working in a fun office atmosphere. I don’t miss data input or sitting all day.
Two days ago, I was excited.
Let me share a little about my household. My husband and I moved to Reno to be closer to my four adultrens. It is a small two bedroom apartment that was okay for the two of us. It felt safe for me when my husband worked nights. But after a few years here, my brother called from Florida. He was homeless with a bad infection in his foot. Now, like me, you may laugh. Of all places to be homeless, the beaches of Florida with coconut palms all around. But after being laid off and then this foot that needed 16 stitches and having lost all his Earthly goods to the landlord he was sunk. We are not rich. But when a loved one, especially my brother is that down and out, I will move Heaven and Earth to help him. Finally, my ex came through with the money to get my brother to safety. He chose to come here and has lived with us ever since sharing monies and skills as he can. Often he is the chief cook and bottle washer as I go through my flares.
Then my husband’s son called from OC California. He, too, had lost his job and found himself homeless without money. Did you feel the Earth move? Yep, we did that to bring him here.
Then my husband retired. He was having his own health issues.
What was once a comfortable, though tiny, apartment with a room I called my studio/office where I had my piano and set up for writing and alone time, now became very tight fit. My brother has the former studio/office. It works for him as he writes and paints and researches. He was working for quite a while here but then got laid off again.
When my husband was working nights, he would sleep in a recliner in the living room while I worked in my office, or now in the master bedroom. His son has taken over the living room where the rest of my hobbies, and piano lived. He has a job. He doesn’t make much but it helps all of us. He has taken over the recliner when hubby moved back in with me for we now share the same sleeping patterns. The problem was the recliner was breaking. He ended up on the floor for a couple weeks. Then a friend at work gave him a seven foot sofa. It works perfectly for him. But my piano was in the way.
Did I mention that we went from a small two bedroom? When step moved in we got rid of our kitchen table and planted his bed there. The landlords didn’t like that, fire hazard, etc. But that left an empty dining area. None of us eat the same things vegan, gluten-free for me, carnivores the rest. So anyway, no reason for a table. Look at that! Room for my piano and desk! My studio has reappeared! All that story to say what I was excited about. A place to work!
Which brings us back to the first paragraph. I worked so hard a few days ago to get my studio/office into some kind of order I would want to work in. Then–bam! Fibro-flare from hell. I can only work in my office the days that son is at work. This is his Friday. After spending the afternoon in bed, I think I am ready to get out and try to play a tune or two. I doubt I will last long. It will be worth it all to touch my baby with the ivory keys! Can you imagine being able to sit in my office and Dragon-Speaking on my projects? And the caterwauling that can occur when my piano and voice get in synch! Well, the Earth is about to move again!
Now. I have never shared this much. Too much? Well, welcome t0 my life! 😀
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Dar49 Daily. Is out! This is a learning curve I haven’t got to the finishing line on. I have edited three versions today only to have Paper.li send out one that had not been seen by me. It wastes my time as it takes a long time to go through each paper. No, I don’t write the news on these papers. Rather, I pick and choose what to feature, out of the web-grab that Paper.li does. I hope to provide positive news and tend toward social awareness for those who are in minorities or unable to talk for themselves.













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