Linda49
Member
- Joined
- May 10, 2017
- Messages
- 15
- Reason
- DX FIBRO
- Diagnosis
- 00/0000
- Country
- CA
- State
- On
Hello, everyone!! Well, so here I am. After going through all the stages of "grief", I'm finally at the acceptance stage: I have fibro, and ignoring it for several years hasn't worked to dispel it.
Long story short: our doctor diagnosed me several years ago, but I've always "carried on" like I did before, thinking I could still do it all. Then I fell and broke my leg in 2014, had 3 surgeries which sent me back to bed for yet another recovery period. Last November I had a total knee replacement.
So where does that leave me?....a swollen knee that won't be svelte again (haha), a baker's cyst behind it that continues to prevent me from bending it enough to do 'stuff', bursitis in my hips, 3 degenerated discs in my back, fibro of course, and I never intended to get old, nevermind so quickly!! I'm 67 and until my fall 3 years ago, I was about 50-ish. I've aged considerably.
My dear Husband is an absolute Angel....he's cared for me always, but particularly since my fall, he's taken over al household duties and even now, in spite of the fact that I can get around pretty okay, continues to want to do almost everything here at home. I do what I can, but some days, like today, I'm an absolute zombie...a very tired zombie.
So here I am, folks...Ladies...finally coming to grips with the fact that I can't do things like I used to, that I'm feeling quite useless...even volunteering, which I did a lot of earlier, is out of the question so far. It's hard to volunteer when it hurts to walk for very long after those surgeries and bursitis, feeling yucky with fibro.
(Aw.. he just brought me a bowl of ice-cream...really...I'm spoiled but he's seen what I've been through..)
I've read so many threads here, and identified with so many of you lovely people...
-the glazed look people get when you try to explain how fibro affects you..
-the fatigue that's even deeper than anyone can imagine...
-the isolation because you can't just go out when you want to, everything has to be planned with military precision..
-the searing pain that makes you screech out an "ouch!!" even if you don't want to
-the invisibility of it all
-the "helpful" suggestions like...maybe if you exercise.....don't you just want to slap them upside the head??
-the resulting silence in your life because you don't want to hear those 'helpful' suggestions
-the feeling like a Grinch with the "noise, noise, noise!", when tv commercials come on and they're too loud, when in a room with a lot of people, you feel like running out of there because of the noise...
-when patience with the rest of the world is at a premium
-when you feel you can't complain about anything because someone else is in a worse state, so once again, you keep silent...they should also call this a "silent" as well as invisible disease.
And well, you all know the rest...I have blessings in my life: my Husband, Daughter/Son-In-Law, Grandson, who are all simply lovely, but who really can't come to grips with what Fibro is and how it affects me, so of course, I've stopped complaining, although I'm really not a whiner at all.
Anyway, I'll be hanging out here now, reading your posts, and when I feel I have something positive and helpful to contribute, I'll butt in, in the hopes it may help someone else, even if it's just to say, "yes, that's all true, it's a b*tch". :?;-):
Thank you all for plodding through this and for just confirming what I've been feeling all those years, as I was trying to ignore it all.....THANK YOU!...Linda
Long story short: our doctor diagnosed me several years ago, but I've always "carried on" like I did before, thinking I could still do it all. Then I fell and broke my leg in 2014, had 3 surgeries which sent me back to bed for yet another recovery period. Last November I had a total knee replacement.
So where does that leave me?....a swollen knee that won't be svelte again (haha), a baker's cyst behind it that continues to prevent me from bending it enough to do 'stuff', bursitis in my hips, 3 degenerated discs in my back, fibro of course, and I never intended to get old, nevermind so quickly!! I'm 67 and until my fall 3 years ago, I was about 50-ish. I've aged considerably.
My dear Husband is an absolute Angel....he's cared for me always, but particularly since my fall, he's taken over al household duties and even now, in spite of the fact that I can get around pretty okay, continues to want to do almost everything here at home. I do what I can, but some days, like today, I'm an absolute zombie...a very tired zombie.
So here I am, folks...Ladies...finally coming to grips with the fact that I can't do things like I used to, that I'm feeling quite useless...even volunteering, which I did a lot of earlier, is out of the question so far. It's hard to volunteer when it hurts to walk for very long after those surgeries and bursitis, feeling yucky with fibro.
(Aw.. he just brought me a bowl of ice-cream...really...I'm spoiled but he's seen what I've been through..)
I've read so many threads here, and identified with so many of you lovely people...
-the glazed look people get when you try to explain how fibro affects you..
-the fatigue that's even deeper than anyone can imagine...
-the isolation because you can't just go out when you want to, everything has to be planned with military precision..
-the searing pain that makes you screech out an "ouch!!" even if you don't want to
-the invisibility of it all
-the "helpful" suggestions like...maybe if you exercise.....don't you just want to slap them upside the head??
-the resulting silence in your life because you don't want to hear those 'helpful' suggestions
-the feeling like a Grinch with the "noise, noise, noise!", when tv commercials come on and they're too loud, when in a room with a lot of people, you feel like running out of there because of the noise...
-when patience with the rest of the world is at a premium
-when you feel you can't complain about anything because someone else is in a worse state, so once again, you keep silent...they should also call this a "silent" as well as invisible disease.
And well, you all know the rest...I have blessings in my life: my Husband, Daughter/Son-In-Law, Grandson, who are all simply lovely, but who really can't come to grips with what Fibro is and how it affects me, so of course, I've stopped complaining, although I'm really not a whiner at all.
Anyway, I'll be hanging out here now, reading your posts, and when I feel I have something positive and helpful to contribute, I'll butt in, in the hopes it may help someone else, even if it's just to say, "yes, that's all true, it's a b*tch". :?;-):
Thank you all for plodding through this and for just confirming what I've been feeling all those years, as I was trying to ignore it all.....THANK YOU!...Linda