Thanks to my cyberfriend Fly Lady; plus the fact that my Fibro-flare is slowly beginning to clear up, I am back in the mood for relocating/tidying up the house. In fact, yesterday I managed to cook up enough meat for two days meals. With one or two changes to the basics we'll have a scrummy strogannoff for four this evening; without any of the usual grief which accompanies the life-style of busy card making Taxi-Mom!
At the weekend DG & I spent a lot of our time sorting and clearing. First it was the boys' room; then ours. Having moved it all around; we now have the task of transferring the computer to the new computer desk in the corner. I dare say that I might get around to it eventually! It's hard work dragging the components around the place; not only is it heavy, ie the monitor, but it's also fiddly.
One of the advantages of all this is that once installed it would be easier to use; a proper computer desk has all the necessary accoutrement's, rather than my homemade diy jobbie at the end of the hall. Also, our room is much lighter and therefor I would be less prone to eye strain as I'll be able to tweak the final adjustments to the wiring without the use of a flashlight!
Fly Lady would be proud of me. Not only have I acquired a smart new home for my computer; I have also got tons of extra storage space for the paper, books, shredder, scanner, printer(s), files, etc. With a little more effort and we could all be that little bit tidier; especially me, and I will never again have to ransack the house for a little piece of paper again. It's a nice thought, but I am not so sure about that aspect of things, some habits are just too hard to break!
In the meantime our latest addition to the family; ie Chocolate the fluffy ball of kittenish fun, has a new playground. In order to keep the mayhem to a minimum; I announced to one and all that the poor little scrap would sleep in its bed in our bedroom. That way neither the boys nor the dogs would have the opportunity to upset him too much, or me for that matter! Seeing as he's a very well behaved little cat, he is already toilet trained and comes when his name is called; that is unless he is curled up in a ball on our bed.
The boys are simply chuffed to bits with their new friend and have even set up their Scalectric's for the first time in ages, in an effort to entertain him. Well, I'm not so sure about that one, as it's them I hear laughing their socks off, but hey! They're not doing any harm; so we'll leave them for a while, so long as they remember to pack everything away afterwards.
Since Chocolate's arrival; on Monday evening, we have had all sorts of fun and games. The girls' natural curiosity has been met with hissing and spitting, stiking out with razor sharp claws and running to hide. Gypsophillus; being a terrier is determined to seek him out. Whether this is because she wants to play; we're uncertain.
TilleyTwo is also curious. We think that this is probably her maternal nature coming out; she has already managed to smother a couple of escapee hamsters and a field mouse while licking them quite literally to death! Unfortunately she's not so keep on Chocolate's annoying habit of swiping at her nose...
I'm off to the washing line and then I'm going to think about another 27 boogie-fling!
Polly Px
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Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
I am sitting in a lethargic haze at my PC, feeling most peculiar due to a nasty flare up of Fibro pain. This time it is my right neck, shoulder and part of my chest wall, oh..., it is also radiating down my right arm. So much so that it has affected the strength and muscle tone of that arm and the pain awakens me at night as I am unable to relieve the pain by altering my position.
I embarked on yet another diet this morning; pills, pills and yet more pills! Oh..., I am not at all a happy bunny today. I am pretty well sedated by the coctail of pain relief I am taking at regular intervals throughout the day. It includes quantities of Solpadol (Codeine & Paracetamol), Zydol (which isn't narcotic, despite behaving like one), Lyrica (an anti-epilepsy drug which is somehow great for nerve pain), Prozac (which is good for nerve pain), and Amitriptylene (a potentially addictive tri-cyclic antidepressant which is very effective in terms of pain relief and relief of insomnia), and don't forget Cataflam (non-steroidal anti-inflamatory). My goodness; what a mouthful - figuratively and literally!
Recently a psychologist; whom I am attending at the request of my Rheumatologist, told me "that Fibromyalgia was related to how (I) am feeling." He made it clear that he didn't wish to get into an argument about this statement. My mood is far more likely to be affected by the pain, & it's debilitating effects, that I experience everyday of my life! I am very much inclined to tell the lovely, lovely French gentleman where to SHOVE it!
The previous week the same man told me that he didn't believe my memory had been sufficiently impaired as to be problematic. Indeed, he can't see any problem with it at all! The fact that BB's friends are convinced that I have Alzheimer's Disease is obviously irrelevant; as is the fact that BJK keeps reminding me of missed appointments and conversations that haven't taken place. Go figure...!
Despite the huge handful of hope (aka medication); the pain remains, though the senses have gone! I don't enjoy the sensation; being out of my tree isn't a giggly high, or a mellow "Hey man...!" It is a sluggish & lethargic heavy fatigue; it interfers with my comprehension and concentration. Heaven knows; on the best of days my concentration levels are variable; the BRAIN FOG that accompanies the Fibromyalgia takes care of that! No, I definately do not like being under the influence; especially as I am still in pain and contemplating my next dose of confusion.
I remember being told; during my student days, that clock watching was a sure sign of pending narcotic addiction. My Family Doctor was concerned about my regular use of codeine based pain relief; believing ME to be in danger of addiction.
I now know that clock watching probably has more to do with pain than addiction. If I were addicted I would be self-medicating a little too frequently; instead I prefer to go by the clock, I am only too aware of the horrible effects of drug addictions. After all; I have nursed many addicts during my nursing career!
Rather than trust my ability to self regulate my Family Doctor prescribed tri-cyclic antidepressants, which have proved successful in the treatment of Fibro pain. Unfortunately, during an intense flare-up Amitriptylene is insufficient and I have to resort to codeine anyway!
As I sit staring intensely at words on the monitor, my right arm is clutched tightly to my body; an effort to restrict movement of the shoulder, while the rest of my body is happily floating off somewhere towards the rear of the house! It's a shame my mind isn't quite so happy. And NO! There is no chance of me becoming addicted or abusing my pain killers 'cos it's horrid...
My rant today is soley motivated by the fact that I AM suffering a flare up of a condition called FIBROMYALGIA. It is NOT, I repeat NOT a psychosomatic disorder and frankly, considering the debilitating effect of the pain and the drugs I am taking in an effort to control it; I resent the implication implicit in " (my) feelings affect the way (my) body feels."
To many doctor's FIBROMYALGIA/ME/CHRONIC FATIGUE SYNDROME is little more than an exclusion diagnosis. An exclusion diagnosis means that IT is only diagnosed in the absence of abnormal test results to exclude anything else. Outside of the medical fraternity Fibromyalgia is a little known condition.
To make matters worse; Fibro sufferer's look normal. We look pretty healthy. Our families & friends don't realise that we often can't join in; it's not that we don't want to! The condition gives very few hints to those on the outside and we are often accused of being lazy or disinterested; or depressed.
Were I suffering from depression and let's face it; EVERYONE has bad days, it would almost certainly have a lot to do with the fact that little sympathy is forthcoming & the medical fraternity is clearly divided in its view of what is to many a very REAL and FRUSTRATING condition.
I might be medicated with psychotropic drugs (ie happy drugs) and anti-epilepsy drugs, but I am NOT under the care of a psychiatrist, never have been and certainly Do Not intend to be! Nor do I have epilepsy or indeed depression...!
So, let me ask you a question; if I were to borrow my mother's Mink Coat, would that make me a mink? I think not!
I embarked on yet another diet this morning; pills, pills and yet more pills! Oh..., I am not at all a happy bunny today. I am pretty well sedated by the coctail of pain relief I am taking at regular intervals throughout the day. It includes quantities of Solpadol (Codeine & Paracetamol), Zydol (which isn't narcotic, despite behaving like one), Lyrica (an anti-epilepsy drug which is somehow great for nerve pain), Prozac (which is good for nerve pain), and Amitriptylene (a potentially addictive tri-cyclic antidepressant which is very effective in terms of pain relief and relief of insomnia), and don't forget Cataflam (non-steroidal anti-inflamatory). My goodness; what a mouthful - figuratively and literally!
Recently a psychologist; whom I am attending at the request of my Rheumatologist, told me "that Fibromyalgia was related to how (I) am feeling." He made it clear that he didn't wish to get into an argument about this statement. My mood is far more likely to be affected by the pain, & it's debilitating effects, that I experience everyday of my life! I am very much inclined to tell the lovely, lovely French gentleman where to SHOVE it!
The previous week the same man told me that he didn't believe my memory had been sufficiently impaired as to be problematic. Indeed, he can't see any problem with it at all! The fact that BB's friends are convinced that I have Alzheimer's Disease is obviously irrelevant; as is the fact that BJK keeps reminding me of missed appointments and conversations that haven't taken place. Go figure...!
Despite the huge handful of hope (aka medication); the pain remains, though the senses have gone! I don't enjoy the sensation; being out of my tree isn't a giggly high, or a mellow "Hey man...!" It is a sluggish & lethargic heavy fatigue; it interfers with my comprehension and concentration. Heaven knows; on the best of days my concentration levels are variable; the BRAIN FOG that accompanies the Fibromyalgia takes care of that! No, I definately do not like being under the influence; especially as I am still in pain and contemplating my next dose of confusion.
I remember being told; during my student days, that clock watching was a sure sign of pending narcotic addiction. My Family Doctor was concerned about my regular use of codeine based pain relief; believing ME to be in danger of addiction.
I now know that clock watching probably has more to do with pain than addiction. If I were addicted I would be self-medicating a little too frequently; instead I prefer to go by the clock, I am only too aware of the horrible effects of drug addictions. After all; I have nursed many addicts during my nursing career!
Rather than trust my ability to self regulate my Family Doctor prescribed tri-cyclic antidepressants, which have proved successful in the treatment of Fibro pain. Unfortunately, during an intense flare-up Amitriptylene is insufficient and I have to resort to codeine anyway!
As I sit staring intensely at words on the monitor, my right arm is clutched tightly to my body; an effort to restrict movement of the shoulder, while the rest of my body is happily floating off somewhere towards the rear of the house! It's a shame my mind isn't quite so happy. And NO! There is no chance of me becoming addicted or abusing my pain killers 'cos it's horrid...
My rant today is soley motivated by the fact that I AM suffering a flare up of a condition called FIBROMYALGIA. It is NOT, I repeat NOT a psychosomatic disorder and frankly, considering the debilitating effect of the pain and the drugs I am taking in an effort to control it; I resent the implication implicit in " (my) feelings affect the way (my) body feels."
To many doctor's FIBROMYALGIA/ME/CHRONIC FATIGUE SYNDROME is little more than an exclusion diagnosis. An exclusion diagnosis means that IT is only diagnosed in the absence of abnormal test results to exclude anything else. Outside of the medical fraternity Fibromyalgia is a little known condition.
To make matters worse; Fibro sufferer's look normal. We look pretty healthy. Our families & friends don't realise that we often can't join in; it's not that we don't want to! The condition gives very few hints to those on the outside and we are often accused of being lazy or disinterested; or depressed.
Were I suffering from depression and let's face it; EVERYONE has bad days, it would almost certainly have a lot to do with the fact that little sympathy is forthcoming & the medical fraternity is clearly divided in its view of what is to many a very REAL and FRUSTRATING condition.
I might be medicated with psychotropic drugs (ie happy drugs) and anti-epilepsy drugs, but I am NOT under the care of a psychiatrist, never have been and certainly Do Not intend to be! Nor do I have epilepsy or indeed depression...!
So, let me ask you a question; if I were to borrow my mother's Mink Coat, would that make me a mink? I think not!
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