* SUPER to a Fibromyalgia patient is not unlike a regular-sized person being called a "giant midget" in some ways, but it is a temporary and fleeting phenomenon and is an event to be celebrated as a major victory.
Today I woke up, earlier than I usually like to, and I was actually ready to get up and start the day. That's rare for me, as I am usually really ready to sleep lapse into a coma when morning comes. This was my first clue that something was different. Besides, it's Monday.
So I got up, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and announced to Don my sudden realization: "I don't feel terrible today!" I wasn't feeling cured, by any means, just not as awful as the past few weeks or even months. Hooray!
I'm taking a daily antacid prescription first thing in the morning these days, to see if it helps my gastritis and abdominal pain problems I've been having since August. I am supposed to wait 30 minutes before eating breakfast after popping this pill, so I busied myself while waiting.
First, I got my new "baby steps" workout regimen out of the way for today. I'm on week 4, which means that I need to do 4 wall push-ups and 4 sit-ups every day this week. I'm adding one increment each week, and hope to build back some lost and much-missed muscle. Doing those took only a couple minutes of my time, so I went to the basement and hopped onto my elliptical machine for a bonus 4-minute (slow) cardio workout. It was not too bad and I'm feeling very proud of myself for having done it, since I don't usually get enough exercise. Yay me!
While downstairs, I noticed some laundry in the dryer, so I unloaded into the basket and - get this - I carried the clean laundry upstairs into the bedroom for folding. I know, it's unheard of. I haven't been able to deliver a load of laundry up or down the stairs in months! I brought up the basket and told Don "Look at me; I'm SUPER!" with a bit of a dumb grin on my face. He immediately warned me, "Don't over-do it." He's right, I need to remember to curtail my enthusiasm and pace while I'm feeling well, so I don't feel like crap tonight or tomorrow. Thanks, Don.
After folding up the laundry, I am ready for breakfast and munching away on my cereal as I type this post. I'm hoping my day continues to be at least a good day, if not great. Hope you're having a great one!
Where's my soooper suit?
ReplyDeleteHeheh
ReplyDeleteWell, it was nice while it lasted, but, unfortunately, my joy was short-lived. I felt sharp pains around the left lower ribs and upper abdominal pain around the usual afternoon time of 2:30pm. :(
ReplyDeleteThe curiosity of my actual diagnosis is killing me (hopefully not literally, though)!
I enjoy the day I wake up feeling like facing the day.
ReplyDeleteI am grateful for any few hours of feeling "normal".
I am discouraged as soon as I feel pain or other symptoms to be delaying what I want to do - or eliminating it entirely. I can lose hope and not have a clue where to find it.
The learning for me has been to enjoy whatever there is to enjoy - and to be ok with that, leaving the forever frustration and fears along the way, dropping it down the disposal in the kitchen or along a stream I remember in my mind - or just putting it on a shelf temporarily. I just have to enjoy what I can. That's all I have. Being here and being here and only here now.
Sorry to hear you are in a similar position.