How did it get to this then?

As my best friend has a good old whiff of my underarms declaring they are fresh as daisies, we burst out laughing. I haven’t been able to wash or bathe for a few days and I’ve been lamenting that I must stink now. You see, I have this thing. This official diagnosis. I have fibromyalgia.

This is where all sense ends I’m afraid. I’ve been to the G.P. I’ve been to a rheumatologist, he diagnosed me so I know I have it. But what is it? No-one really knows. I can hear you thinking what do you mean no-one really knows? I know this because that’s exactly what I’ve been thinking too; except with a whole lot more swearing involved.

I’m afraid this may be a self indulgent venture, writing this blog that is. I’m at a stage in my illness where I’m having a ‘flare.’ At present I’ve barely been out of bed for the last three months let alone the house. Not moving hurts like hell let alone trying to make the effort to wash and dress. Part of the condition is ‘fibro fog’ so in this three months it’s been difficult to read, watch a film of do anything that takes much concentration. I could feel myself slowly descend into a depressing slump of cake boss on T.V. and when I actually watched an episode of Long Island medium, I knew that I had to do something before what brain I have left turned to mush.

So here it is, my grand idea of writing a blog. I want to say on this ‘fibromyalgia journey’ but you see; one of the reasons I want to write this is because I’m a bit fed up of researching my condition. Only to find all this sound bite type chat. I’ve  highlighted it already ‘fibro flare’ ‘fibro fog’ ‘fibro journey’ and my biggest bug bear of all – ‘fibro warrior.’ I’m not very sure why all these terms annoy the hell out of me but can you indulge me while I try to figure it out? It’ll be like therapy for me, but cheaper. Kind of one sided group therapy!

Thankfully for you guys reading, my posts will no doubt not be too long because either my concentration will wander off and I’ll forget my point or my fingers will get so painful they will stop working.

I’ll sign off my first post by just saying I hope you stay with me while I try to discover how to best deal with all of this without losing my sense of humour. I’m going to look at a holistic approach of evicting the imposter who has taken up residence in my body. For starters they are four stone heavier than I am! 😉