These are words that always spell trouble for us. It is often the beginning of the end of a relationship, or it could be the beginning of the end of a job. In my case it often means I have had a call from my son’s school and it is NOT good news.
I feel like in this case, I just need to let you know where I am and how I have been doing. I hope that this will not be the end of our relationship, but perhaps move it to a different level.
My arthritis has been horrible, and so it has been hard to sit and type anything, and I simply had to stop. My son was off sick and quarantined for 3 weeks right at the start of the school year, and although he is now back I got some of what he had. It took three weeks for a GP to be willing to see me and let me know that I was actually dealing with bronchitis. I took my antibiotics and my inhaler as instructed and my lungs still feel like there is soup filling them up. Okay, I know that’s gross, but there it is.
I have had to take a break from almost all things social media, simply because it was becoming too taxing and stressful to think of things to share. I felt as though I would let you all down because I just wasn’t feeling positive or upbeat or seeing the funny side of things. It was then that I realized that I felt like crap and I was in pain, but I wasn’t doing anyone any good by pretending I was OK – least of all me.
My back has been in agony since last week. Last Monday evening I had left my younger son to work on some of his homework for his GCSE Food Tech, while I came in to the lounge to sit down. I had finished the antibiotics 4 days earlier and was starting to feel a bit better, and then all of a sudden I felt unbelievably cold – like I was locked in a walk-in freezer. I sat down and in spite of my fuzzy socks and slippers and my long robe over my pajamas I needed two fleece blankets over my legs and my younger son put his duvet over me. I just felt colder and colder – I didn’t just get the chills, I was having convulsions. I couldn’t control my legs at all, so you can imagine how much strain that put on my lower back and tailbone and my groin.
My son told me my lips were blue and when the paramedics came to check on me, my temperature was 100F – out of nowhere! My fever broke the next day and I spent it mostly sleeping, but I still don’t know why. I know that while this exact situation may not have happened to any of you, it could. Unfortunately, just because we have Fibromyalgia or Chronic Pain we are not exempt from getting colds and flues and other infections.
Actually, I suspect that most of us have compromised immune systems BECAUSE we have these conditions. I guess I just wanted to say to try to keep healthy, but when you can’t, you don’t have to be a hero. I know it seems like a silly thing to say – and I am NOT trying to be condescending in any way – but I never really understood that until I was curled up in bed trying to get over a sneak attack fever.
Thanks for hanging in there you guys, I really appreciate the support.