I am so right there with you, only the pain has been unbearable to the point of not being able to think straight and the ultram isn’t even touching it. On top of it, I’m daily making a list of reasons I love my husband because if I don’t I just might get real ugly with him. The very few times I’ve felt good enough to leave the house (read: had enough ultram to be pain free yet unable to drive myself) to get groceries, he’s done nothing but had a temper tantrum the entire time we’re in the grocery store complaining about how slow I am and having to push the cart while I use the mart-cart. I told him if I was being so slow to take half the list and go get the items, which led to more complaints ending with, “Just get what we need for a couple of days and we’ll come back tomorrow or the next day.” Tomorrow and the next day have come and gone and the cupboards are bare so I suppose tonight we’ll fight about the need for food to actually be bought and brought into the house and how to accomplish this when I can’t stand up straight and am too slow for him to shop with. Grr. [/rant] Yeap. Bad Fibro days suck, especially when they turn into weeks.

I may have to start using that list of reasons to love him, because I’m so right there with you, too. I called mine earlier today and explained that I feel like I’ve got ice picks jabbing into most of the joints in my body, and even the thought of how much effort it would take to shower made me want to cry.

He said, “I was thinking about inviting some friends home from work. Is that okay with you?”

Oddly enough, I DID find the energy to bash the phone against the table repeatedly… just to make sure it was working on his end.

I’m telling you, Kate, if the weather is this manic throughout the summer as it has been throughout the spring, as the meteorologists are predicting… The fibro flares just might push me into psychosis. My pain doc (aka the neuro-shrink) invited me to a talk he was giving at the local FMS support group. As much as I would have loved to listen to his talk, I don’t dig on support groups. They tend to be too touchy and sappy and I tend to react to FMS with anger and irritation. I’d end up making enemies. LOL

I can’t stand them, either. But you’re absolutely right — the weather is making things SO much worse. I told VH tonight that I might as well just start ordering Chinese delivery to the bathtub, because that’s about the only place I can get comfortable. (The electric blanket helps at night, too.)

Hey girl. I hope that things get better for you. I’m taking Elavil for my elbow/decubital tunnel so I totally understand.

I thought I’d also mention that on my “constant rotation” for Amazon? SLIM-FREAKIN-FAST. I’m sick of my chub and I’m gonna get rid of it if it kills me. Hah.

Hang in there.

I’m determined, too, but SlimFast does a number on my IBS. So far with the treadmill — which I didn’t use enough this past week mostly due to pain issues — I’m doing okay. Nine pounds gone. I’m loving that.

Gotta get myself a clip-on battery-operated fan for the thing, though. Even at 3 mph I sweat like… well, a Chubby Mommy.