الأربعاء، 20 يوليو 2016

Description of Fibromyalgia

Sorry i talk a lot about this.. but i found a very good description of how i feel.. thought i share it... sorry its long..



A letter from Claudia Marek. "Fibromyalgia the first year"

Fibromyalgia isn't all in my head, and it isn't contagious. It doesn't turn into anything serious and nobody ever died from fibromyalgia thought they might have wished they could on really awful days.

I can't control how often I feel good or how often I feel terrible. If you want to read articles or books about fibromyalgia I can show you some that I think are good. If you just want to learn as we go along, that's fine too. This is definitely going to be a process. The first step is for you to believe that there is an illness called fibromyalgia and that I have it. This may sound simple, but when you hear about some of the symptoms I don't want you to think I'm making it up.

Fibromyalgia is a high maintenance condition with lots and lots of different kinds of symptoms. There's no way to just take a pill to make it go away, even for a little while. Sometimes a certain medication can make some of my symptoms more bearable. That's about the best I can hope for. Sometimes I can take a lot of medication and still not feel any better. That's just the way it goes.

There's no cure for fibromyalgia and it won't go away. If I am functioning normally, I am having a good day. This doesn't mean I'm getting better because I suffer from chronic pain and fatigue for which there is no cure. I can have good days, weeks or even months. But a good morning can suddenly turn into a terrible afternoon. I get a feeling like someone has pulled out a plug and all my energy has just run out of my body. I might get more irritable before these flares, and suddenly get more sensitive to noise or just collapse from deadening fatigue. Other times there may be no warning, I may just suddenly feel awful. I can't warn you when this is likely to happen because there isn't any way for me to know. Sometimes this is a real spoiler and I'm sorry.

Fibromyalgics have a different kind of pain that is hard to treat. It is not caused by inflammation like an injury. It is not a constant ache in one place like a broken bone. It moves around my body daily and hourly and changes in severity and type. Sometimes it is dull and sometimes it is cramping or prickly. Sometimes it's jabbing and excruciating. If Eskimos have a hundred words for snow, Fibromyalgics should have them for pain. Sometimes I just hurt all over.

Besides pain we have muscle stiffness which is worse in the morning. Sometimes when I get up out of a chair I feel like I am ninety years old. I may ask you to pull me up. I'm creaky and I'm klutzy. I trip over things no one can see, and I bump into the person I am walking with and I drop things and spill things because my fingers are stiff and my coordination is off. I just don't seem to connect the way I should. Hand-eye, foot-eye coordination, it's all off. I walk slowly up and down stairs because I'm stiff and I'm afraid I might fall.

Because I feel bad most of the time I am always pushing myself, and sometimes I push myself too hard. When I do this, I pay the price. Sometimes I can summon the strength to do something special but I will usually have to rest for a few days because my body can only make so much energy. I pay a big price for overdoing it, but sometimes I have to. I know it's hard for you to understand why I can do one thing and not another. It's important for you to believe me, and trust me about this. My limitations, like my pain and my other symptoms are invisible, but they are there.

Another symptom I have is problems with memory and concentration which is called fibro fog. Short-term memory is the worst! I am constantly looking for things which I have no idea where I put; I walk into rooms and have no idea why. Casualties are my keys which are always lost, my list of errands, which I write up and leave on the counter when I go out. Even if I put notes around to remind myself of important things, I'm still liable to forget them. Don't worry, this is normal for Fibromyalgics. Most of us are frightened that we are getting Alzheimer's.

I mentioned my sensitivities earlier and I need to talk about them again. It's more like intolerance to everything. To noise, especially certain noises like the television or shrill noises. To smells like fish or some chemicals, or fragrances or perfume. I also have a problem with heat and cold. It sounds like I'm never happy but that isn't it. These things make me physically ill. They stress me out and make my pain worse and I get exhausted. Sometimes I just need to get away from something; I just don't know how to say it. I know that sometimes this means I will have to go outside, or out to the car, or home to sit alone and that's really all right. Sometimes when I feel lousy I just want to be by myself. When I'm like this there's nothing you can do to make me feel better, so it's just better to let me be.

I have problems sleeping. Sometimes I get really restless and wake up and can't get back to sleep. Other times I fall into bed and sleep for fourteen hours. I'm sure that's confusing to be around, and I know there are times when my tossing and turning and getting up and down to go to the bathroom disturbs you. We can talk about solutions to this.

All these symptoms and the chemicals in my brain can me depressed as you'd imagine. I get angry and frustrated and I have mood swings. Sometimes I know I'm being unreasonable but I can't admit it. Sometimes I just want to pull the covers over my head and stay in bed. These emotions are all very strong and powerful. I know this is a very hard thing about being with me. Every time you put up with me when I'm in one of my moods, secretly I'm grateful. I can't always admit it at the time, but I'm admitting it now.

I have other symptoms like irritable bowel and pelvic pain that will take their toll on our intimacies. Some of these symptoms are embarrassing and hard to talk about but I promise to try. I hope that you will have the patience to see me through these things. It's very hard for me too because I love you and I want to be with you, and it makes everything worse when you are upset and tired of dealing with all my problems. I have made a promise to myself and now I am making it to you: I will set aside time for us to be close. During that time we will not talk about my illness. We both need time to get away from its demands. Though I may not always show it I love you a million times more for standing by me. Having to slow down physically and having to get rid of unnecessary stresses will make our relationship stronger.

الثلاثاء، 16 مارس 2010

A reading beyond imagination





عندما أصبحت على استعداد لتقبل وحدتي ..وجدت أناسا في كل مكان
وحين قررت تقبل خسائري ..مُنحت عطايا لم أتوقعها
وفي لحظه استسلامي التام للشعور بالخواء…وجدت امتلاءا لانهائي

ما حاولت الهروب منه لاحقني ..وعندما قررت تقبله غيرني ..وأسعدني

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الحياة مؤلمة..تعيسة ...سخيفة... نعاني فيها كثيرا ولكن لا داعي للاستعجال سوف تنتهي قريبا..ربما أسرع مما نتصور
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توقف عن بناء الجدران ..وأبدأ ببناء الجسور .تلك الجدران التي تعتقد أنها تدرأ عنك ضرر الآخرين ما هي إلا وسيله لعزلك أنت عمن حولك..فتصبح وحدتك حتمية ..ويصبح سقوطك سهلا
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لا يجب أن نعتقد نحن الأحياء أن الأموات يشعرون بالوحدة.. نحن فقط من نشعر بالوحدة ..لو كنت حصان أو شجره لما شعرت بما أشعر به الآن
حياة الكائنات الأخرى أكثر بساطه..أكثر وضوحا ..أكثر إنسانيه ..أكثر واقعية ..
نفقد نحن البشر يوما بعد يوم جزءا من آدميتنا ..جزءا من ارتباطنا وصلتنا بالعالم والكون من حولنا ..نتحول لأشياء ليس لها قلب..قتلنا أنفسنا يوم قتلنا أمنا..الأرض..حولنا الحياة لمعاملات مادية بحته سرق منها الإحساس
أريد أن أعيش في عالم أخر..بمعاير أخرى ... مؤقتا قررت الانتقال للعيش في عالمي الخاص بروحي..عالم مواز ..هكذا أفضل .. فلتنجو روحي وليبقى جسدي غارق في مادية هذا العالم
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يا الله ...بينما أنا بعيده عنك .أسير في طريق مليء بالصعاب ..علمني أن أقول ..لتكن مشيئتك
على الرغم من الحزن..على الرغم من الألم ..امنحني القدرة على أن لا أتذمر... أن أغمض عيناني و أتنهد من أعماقي وأقول..لتكن مشيئتك
امنحني القوه ..امنحني الإرادة وخد مني كل ما يؤخر نفسي عن قول ...لتكن مشيئتك

الخميس، 31 ديسمبر 2009


Happy New Year

Happy New Year, May the next year be better than 2009. May God gives us all a new heart, new spirit, and a good purpose in life.

الثلاثاء، 1 سبتمبر 2009

The clock was closing to 2am, my puppy would not stop barking.. urging my partner to go shut him up, he woke up with a start, run to scream at him... he was silent for a few minutes... in about ten minutes , his agitation increased... non stop barking..
i was trying to help voluntarily so not to end up in jail that night... called him.... sat him on the bed.. pat him.. told him that all is going to be all right.. there will be nothing wrong.. nothing to worry about... he hugged me... i gave up and rested in his arms... i returned to bed and discovered that i was the one that needed soothing... i was having bad dreams with panic attacks... he helped me got up... get off the bad vibes... i slept in peace..

thanks Goldy for the soothing.. i needed it...

الثلاثاء، 23 يونيو 2009

.An old lady's Poem

[I received this lovely poem in my mail by unknown..plese if u know the poetess let me know]


What do you see nurses
what do you see?
What are you thinking
when you're looking at me ?
Acrabby old woman,
not verywise,
uncertain of habit,
with faraway eyes ?
who dribbles her food
and makes no reply
when you say in a loud voice,
"i do wish you'd try"
who seems not to notice
the things that you do,
and forever is losing a
stocking or shoe........
Who,resisting or not,
lets you do as you will ,
with bathing and
feeding ,the long day to fill...
Is that that what you're thinking ?
Is that what you see ?
Then open your eyes,nurse:
you're not looking at me.
I'll tell you who i am
as i sit here so still,
As i do at your bidding ,
as i eat at your will.
I' m a small child of ten......
with a father and mother,
brothers and sisters,
who love one another.
A young girl of sixteen,
with wings on her feet ,
dreaming that soon now
a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty........
my heart gives a leap ,
remembering the vows
that i promised to keep.
At twenty -five now,
i have young of my own,
who need me to guide,
and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty,
my young now grown fast,
bound to each other with
ties that should last.
At forty ,my young sons
have grown and are gone,
but my husband's beside me
to see i don't mourn.
At fifty once more,
babies play round my knee,
Again we know children,
my loved one and me.
Dark days are upon me,
my husband is dead;
i look at the future,
i shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing
young of their own,
And i think of the years
and the love that i've known.
I'm now an old woman....
and nature is cruel ;
'Tis jest to make old age
look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles,
grace and vigor depart,
there is now a stone
where i once had a heart.
But inside this old carcass,
a young girl still dwells,
and now and again
my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys,
I remember the pain,
and i'm loving and living
life over again.
I think of the years....
all too few,gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact
that nothing can last...
So open your eyes,
nurses,open and see,
Not a crabby old woman ;
look closer...see ME !!

السبت، 20 يونيو 2009

A nice poem

A nice poem...


Mom, you're a wonderful mother,
So gentle, yet so strong.
The many ways you show you care
Always make me feel I belong.


You're patient when I'm foolish;
You give guidance when I ask;
It seems you can do most anything;
You're the master of every task.


You're a dependable source of comfort;
You're my cushion when I fall.
You help in times of trouble;
You support me whenever I call.


I love you more than you know;
You have my total respect.
If I had my choice of mothers,
You'd be the one I'd select!


By Joanna Fuchs