I have Fibromyalgia, and I am tired of the medical establishment's views on this as something I've done to myself or failed to do for myself--"I'm mad as hell, and I'm not gonna take it any more!"--but I have no choice but to live out my life trapped in the hell that is my body.
Monday, May 05, 2008
Good and Bad
I've been in flare this week regarding the pain that is inflammatory, particularly in my fingers and my neck. Still, I've had some OK days when not discussing pain issues. Last weekend, we saw Iron Man (like half the people in this country, right?). My son LOVED it. I loved it, if less. Sometimes, feeling good about something outside makes a day OK. We basically had a party after, playing Scene It and some board games. I can't drink much any more, though some of my friends drank quite a bit (I nursed a banana bread beer, which was pretty good on my stomach, which doesn't tolerate--well, anything much, actually; IBS has taken over my life even more than the FMS, I guess).
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