With everything that has been going on lately, it’s no surprise that I am smack bang in the middle of a fibromyalgia flare. The stresses of being flooded, temporarily moving out and dealing with an overzealous climbing toddler has taken its toll. If you’re not sure what I’m talking about check out my last post for a life update.
Over the past month or so I’ve been pushing myself to the limit everyday. I might not have been busting myself with chores or going for walks but stress uses up energy and when your energy levels aren’t that high to begin with, you can feel drained very quickly.
Living at my parents was good for both me and Alex as he was getting to spend lots of time with his grandparents but it also meant that I did more than I normally would as I felt obligated to help out around the house, I didn’t feel like I could go to bed as early as I wanted. My parents are understanding about my chronic illness to an extent, I however hid my pain and pushed myself too far.
Being back at home has been a bit of a shock to the system. I feel like I’ve ran in to a brick wall at a 100mph. I’m drained physically and mentally. Trying to cope with an overzealous climbing toddler whose taken to not listening, whilst getting over a horrendous chest infection and cold has meant that my already aching body can barely get out of bed without wincing, it takes an age to get comfortable, my pain medication is about as useful as eating smarties. I’m trying to rest as much as I possibly can when David gets home from work, but he has also been poorly.
Hopefully this flare will go soon and I can get back to my own kind of normal and get the odd jobs that need doing done before we are thrown into chaos again when the bathroom and hall walls are repaired.