Outdoor Living Is Overrated

Ever since Sunday, when we through a somewhat “impromptu” neighborhood BBQ party, I’ve been mostly flat on my back. This, of course, is due in part to the combination of incredibly bad allergies and overexerting myself, something that a person with fibromyalgia should know better than to do.

But never in my life have I experienced the kind of incapacitation I endured yesterday. We’re talking pain, serious pain: the kind that left me literally in tears most of the day as every joint in my body, from my ankles to my neck, felt like someone had taken a baseball bat and whacked me. Repeatedly.

At one point just getting to the bathroom left me in such agony I seriously contemplated asking my husband to bring home a pack of adult diapers because, let’s face it, I wasn’t about to risk his back by asking him to carry me to the toilet.

By evening I felt quite a bit better thanks to the miracle of modern pharmaceuticals, which is to say that I’d stopped begging for death and had merely resigned myself to another night of excruciating discomfort. And what was my husband’s response upon seeing me finally stand upright as I hobbled my way to the bathroom? He suggested we go outside to join our neighbors for cocktails on the front lawn while our children all played in the cul de sac.

Uh-uh. No way. That kind of “summer time fun” is precisely what landed me on the sofa all day yesterday and I wasn’t about to put myself through a repeat performance. So out he went to mingle with the neighbors while I remained indoors where both the A/C filter and a generous dose of Benadryl kept me, if not wholly comfortable, at least mostly symptom-free.

Later, after the sun went down and all the kiddies (and their parents) had gone back into their respective homes, my husband casually said it was a shame I “didn’t feel like” joining everyone else to socialize. Like it was a choice I’d made freely. Like I’d somehow spurned their company. Like it was utterly selfish of me to not want to spend yet another day gasping for breath and ignoring the feeling that someone was slowly pushing an ice pick through every joint in my body at the same time.

Yeah, I’m selfish, all right: the only thing I accomplished yesterday was rolling from one side to the other while managing not to bite through my own tongue as I tried not to scream from the pain. Silly me. Next time I think I might have to find my own ice pick and give my husband an object lesson just so he knows what it feels like when he volunteers me to throw a party at which his only responsibility is remembering to put his beer down before turning the meat on the grill.

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Fortunately I don’t have bad allergies, but otherwise I can certainly identify. I went to my father’s 85th birthday party, of course, I wouldn’t miss it! It was a six hour outdoor gala with tons of food and probably 100 people, coming and going.

I had nothing to do with food prep as I live too far away, but I did get in on the clean-up. I was laid out for two days when I got home.

Fibromyalgia is a very difficult thing to deal with, and it’s unfortunate that people, even those close to us, don’t understand all the time.

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Comment by Donna B. on July 1, 2008 at 7:29 pm

I’m so glad you were able to attend your father’s 85th b-day, not only for your sake but also that he’s reached such a phenomenal age!

It’s hard dealing with fibro, isn’t it? Not only for us — dealing with doctors who don’t initially “believe” in it but also with friends and family who think it’s “all in our heads” which, with the exception of when I’m suffering an allergy attack, is the ONE place where I don’t usually hurt!

I sympathize to some extent with what my husband must be going through: I was healthy as an ox when we got married, and now I’m not. There are times when he literally has to help me get dressed then wonders how I manage to spend as much time as I do writing. I’ve tried explaining to him that the up-and-down motion of typing is vastly different from gripping both sides of a waistband and pulling up a zipper… and don’t get me started on the agony involved in donning a bra.

But, dammit, I feel awful. All the time. Worse when my allergies are involved on top of everything else. Some days are less pain-free than others, but there’s not a single day without pain. Not one.

I’m at the stage where my doctor wants me to start going to KCMO for treatments, but my husband’s schedule doesn’t permit him to take time off to drive me and my condition is such that I can’t drive myself. Fine, okay, I’ll manage the pain as best I can but, sheesh, don’t blame me when it means I’m less functional than I used to be. Doesn’t anyone realize we would prefer to be pain-free, too?

Comment by Chubby Mommy on July 1, 2008 at 8:17 pm

My symptoms are not nearly as bad as yours. I’ve never been at the point I couldn’t drive or dress myself due to pain. I have been to the point of not being able to get out of my car after about three hours of driving. I simply can not move (and my ancient bladder gets really pissed about that.)

I hate that because it means I now have to fly to see my children and grandchildren. Unless my husband goes with me, which involves a different kind of pain ;-) Not that flying is all that great. But at least I still have a little wiggle room in an airplane seat.

What kind of treatment did they have in mind? I thought, except for antidepressants and stuff like neurontin that there wasn’t a lot available for fibro.

Speaking of pain free, I didn’t realize how much pain I’m constantly in (it’s constant, what’s to compare it to?) until my darling children took me out to a place that serves margaritas by the pitcher. Of course, I drank too much. Why do you ask? LOL!

Anyway, the first time I woke up to go to the bathroom that night, I realized that I was literally feeling no pain. It’s tempting to treat the pain that way more often, but I’m pretty sure that’s not wise.

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Comment by Donna B. on July 1, 2008 at 10:17 pm

There’s some intravenous med she wants me to try but for some reason seems to think I should get it 40 miles away rather than in her office. I’m not sure why, but it’s just not going to happen.

Comment by Chubby Mommy on July 2, 2008 at 10:35 am

I don’t know what it is about this summer. I do know this. I’m thankful that my neurologist is incredibly intelligent and spends a lot of time researching FMS. And as I’m allergic to darn near every pain med out there and my insurance is an arse about covering nearly everything he’s Rx’d for me to try for the pain. Which by the way, he recently told me that a new study which the results were recently published has found that there are close to 40 different subsets/types of FMS and some do leave you more physically disabled after each flare-up than others. Which I was glad to hear because I was beginning to think perhaps I was going nuts and maybe the pain was “all in my head.” Any who, my insurance company wanted me on oral morphine, he had his nurse go round & round with them and finally they both agreed on the 12mcg Duragesic patches, after the insurance company spent a month insisting on oral morphine and he and I both refusing that as a solution. Then we find out that the brand name manufacturer won’t be able to have that low dose patch back on the market until September. I called Ortho-Merk yesterday and asked what a patient is supposed to do in the meantime and found out that there are generics available. A call to the pharmacy, a call to the insurance company and a call to my neurologist and 4 hrs. later I finally had the generic patches. And the work. For the first time in 3 months my pain level is at a 5 instead of somewhere between 8 & 9.

And I don’t care what the FMS Foundation’s website says. Extremes in temperatures does make it worse. A heating pad is misery just the same as going outside when it’s 95 degrees in the shade. I long for winter where at least a person can put on enough clothes to be comfortable.

And Kate, I gave up on clothing with buttons & zippers long ago. I wear Hane’s lounge wear everywhere unless I’m having to go somewhere that calls for a “business casual” attire.

I’m done now. I apologize for eating up so much comment space. :-\

Comment by Chelle on July 2, 2008 at 10:53 am