>Artificial Sweetener Update

>No ice cream for two days, and woke up this am feeling much better. Much less pain, and not as fatigued, although I did need a long nap. Very long. Almost four hours. But I was able to shower and get dressed, get some work done in the kitchen and went down to get my mail. I’m debating waiting another day or so and then trying the ice cream again to see if that really was the problem. It’s really hard sometimes to figure out what causes flares. Is it a change in the weather, a food, what? I’m not good at keeping track of everything I do, or eat, or the weather. I suppose if I did, I would be able to see patterns, but it’s just that much more to be responsible for when I’m not up for doing much of anything anyway. It’s never simple, is it?

>Fake Sugar and Fibro

>I don’t normally eat anything with artificial sweeteners, but my homemaker bought sugar-free ice cream a couple of weeks aga, and it was hot weather, and……I ate it. Didn’t seem to bother me, so I had her get me some more. I’ve had ice cream every day for about three weeks. Root Beer floats, cones, with fruit, plain. And I have gradually been getting worse and worse. Pain, complete lack of energy, more pain, til I am pretty much non-functioning at the moment. Sleeping a lot more than usual, too.

So I’m wondering if anyone else has any experience with this. Do any of you avoid artificial sweeteners? Have any of you had a bad reaction? Are there any other foods you avoid because they cause fibro flares? Let’s share the information, shall we? None of us is enjoying this illness, I’m sure. Maybe we can figure out better ways of dealing with it if we work together. I’m hopin’.

>It’s been a good day.

>I was able to get out with a friend and do a bit of shopping and browsing, had a coolatta and played Big Kahuna on here. I can tell I will not be able to do more than hobble once I have been still for awhile, but having fun is so worth it. Pain and fatigue as a result of doing something fun is so much easier to deal with than pain and fatigue that just happen for no known reason. I know what I’ve done to cause the former, and was willing to make the trade-off. It makes a difference. It is very cool and spit rain off and on, and the air is really, really damp.

We went to Walmart, which is in the process of building more in order to become a super Walmart with groceries and all. It was awful. Why would you choose to walk what seems like miles from one end of a store to the other just to find the few things you might need. It is stale recirculated air, too. Very unpleasant to be in. I am not one who thinks bigger is necessarily better, or that one-stop shopping is a good thing. Friend and I agreed that we will go only when we have something specific to get. No more browsing for the fun of it. Huge, cavernous stores are not really all that appealing.

>Struggling

>Went to look for some clip art for this post, and instead found several articles on coping with chronic illness. I’m not coping very well recently. But the articles made me feel a bit better. I realize I am struggling again with the knowledge that I will never again be the person I was. Read the decorating magazine, the cooking magazine, the having a nice life magazine, thinking I am that person, or will be that person. You know, the person who decorates their home, who cooks more than the easiest basic food, who does all the little things that make for a comfortable life. I’m not going to be her ever again. I went through this once before (probably more than once) but I haven’t ever really come to terms. I still have in the back of my mind that I can cook that, make that, decorate that, whatever. In my mind I still am that person. In reality I am not. It is hard. It is hard when your life diminishes in scope. When ‘I can’t’ seems to be the rule of the day more often than not. No matter how much I gear myself up mentally, the reality of my physical limitations is always there. I want to do it, I believe I can do it, but I can’t do it.

Today I was going to lunch with a friend. She was to call me this morning to set the time. I completely forgot to turn on the ringer in the bedroom phone. I had a bad night sleep-wise and am still having a lot of pain, so I probably would have had to pass anyway, but I felt like such a loser when I woke up and realized that it was way past the time when she called. I called and apologized. For the umpteenth time. How hard is it to be the friend of someone who is always letting you down, whether it’s within their control or not. My friend understands that I am ill, and does not ever make me feel guilty, but it doesn’t stop me from feeling terrible about always being the person who can’t. Who messes up the plans. Who spoils the fun for someone else. I don’t want to be that person. I don’t like that person. I want to be me again, I want my life back, and it is never going to happen. That makes me very, very sad. I usually am much better at dealing, but sometimes…………it crushes me. I look at the ruin of my body, the messiness that is my apartment, the food that I buy and then can’t prepare, all the gifts that illness has given me. And I am crushed, devastated, miserable, sad. It’s been eleven years since I had to stop working. You’d think I’d adjust to the new me. If only. I just realized…..I am still in mourning for myself. Hmmmmm.

>Something has changed

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Not sure what, exactly, but I have been more depressed lately, feeling sad a lot. Maybe it’s realizing that I may never find out what happened to my brother, that most of my family is missing or dead, just being alone a lot again lately, more pain, nothing on tv, any reason I can think of. I just feel sad a lot. Maybe I’m frightened. I seem to be losing more mobility as time goes on. It’s getting harder to do the things I want/need to do. Maybe I’ve been better for so long that I’ve forgotten that sometimes life is like this with illness. I don’t know. I just want to feel better, physically and emotionally. I want to not be in pain all the time. I want my garden back, my life back. I guess I just want to feel sorry for myself today. So I am. I’ll be better tomorrow.

>Another hot day

>Turned on the a/c last night in the theory that it is easier to maintain lower humidity than to achieve it.

Been foggy and pained lately. Not fun. But I have a plan, and except for today I have been following it to the best of my ability. Each day I have done one more thing on the schedule I’ve set to get me through the day actually accomplishing something. Only I slept very badly last night and was a zombie this morning, then fell asleep for four hours on the couch. Have I mentioned that I love my couch? I love my couch.

Now I am doing my favorite ‘I’m not up for doing anything’ stall, playing on here. Took a Border’s survey, not the highlight of my day, but hey.

I’ve been struggling again with being alone a lot, but too much pain to even try to get out by myself. I haven’t even made it downstairs to get my mail since last Tuesday. Living alone is great, but not all the time, like when you just want a cup of tea you don’t have to make yourself, or some food you don’t have to fix, or your mail you don’t have enough oomph to get yourself. You can order in food, but you have to have cash on hand, which I don’t at the moment.

One thing I’ve found is the need to explain that when I say things like the above, I am not asking for sympathy, or to be felt bad for, or even help of any kind. Just relating an observation about my life. Does anyone else run into this mind-set? Having to explain yourself? I don’t as much as I used to, but still on occasion find it happening.

>Ow!

>Had a muscle spasm in my right hip that started Saturday night as I was getting ready for bed. Could not stand at all for about 12 hours, but then I was able to make it to the kitchen and take some zanaflex and ibuprofen. A bit better today, but have to move very gingerly. I sometimes get back-stiffening spasms before I get out of bed, so I usually take a zanaflex before bed anyway. It also helps me get to sleep. Those don’t really hurt, though, and this hip one was extremely painful. A silly thing I’ve discovered is that if you make noise, even just saying, “Ow, ow, ow” over and over again, it seems to help. Not sure why. Takes the focus off of the pain maybe. Yesterday was not a fun day. Once I was able to move and take the pills, I put myself on the couch and stayed there til this morning. I love my couch. *big grin* The pain, not so much.

>A Good Day

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Got up at 8. Yay, me. Showered, ate, got dressed and read email. Friend called and we went shopping then back to her house to play a game on her pc. She was stuck on a level, and things go better when two of you are figuring things out. I took three extra-strength excedrin, but was still having problems walking, and by the time I was ready to come home, I could barely walk. The couch and I had a session, but moving was still very painful when I got up. I have been having dramatically more pain in the past week or so, since the weather changed. I like to think that my body may be miserable and in pain and fatigued, but I am fine. I choose to not be sad or morose or negative just because I am ill.

On another note, I made a lovely salad yesterday from this link:

http://closetcooking.blogspot.com/2008/06/mango-caprese-salad.html

It was very tasty and refreshing. Caprese is normally made with ripe tomatoes, but the mango was very nice. Oh, and today we lunched at Azteca, a hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant in Attleboro. It is a home-cooking type restaurant, not an “oh, aren’t we a snazzy Mexican restaurant here in New England” type of restaurant, and the food is very good. I had chili rellenos, beans, guacamole salad, and a chicken taco. Lovely.

The tomatoes aren’t looking good so far this year. All the rain has slowed fruit growth in favor of leaf growth, and there is a new disease that is affecting the crops. It is said to be the same that caused the Irish Potato Famine, and is highly contagious. My friend’s plants are very tall, but just starting to fruit, and they are checking regularly for signs of the blight. One person’s great summer weather is another person’s tomato problems. But I am liking the not too sticky too often weather we’ve had.

Does anybody watch Torchwood on BBC America? I don’t actually get BBC America any more, since I downgraded my cable, but they are showing Torchwood On Demand. Lucky me. I like a good sci-fi show, and although this started out a bit hokey, more like the older Doctor Who shows, it has gotten really very good.

Well, the good day is nearly over, I am off to bed shortly.

>Having a Homemaker

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Previously posted by me in a group I belong to, but I hope helpful to anyone with chronic illness who reads this blog. 

I have a homemaker also.  I made a list of everything I want her to
do.  In order.  I get the laundry into the basket, get the coins, pour
the soap into the jar (I measure out the soap cause they’re
front-loaders and we don’t want suds all over the first floor, now do
we?  ).  I
empty the wastebaskets into the trash bag in the kitchen.  I pick up
the cat toys from the floor.  The rest is up to her.  Here’s my list:

Start laundry.
Vacuum kitchen and bathroom with small vac.  Empty vac into trash. 
Clean bathroom.
Mop bathroom and kitchen.
Vacuum rugs with big vac.  Empty vac into trash.
Do any small miscellaneous jobs I need done.
Deal with laundry–into
dryer or bring up if I’m hanging it to dry.
Grocery shopping and pick up meds if necessary.
Go to post office if necessary.
Get laundry from dryer and fold it.
Trash out.  Goodbye. 

I don’t put the ‘goodbye’ on the list.   

Your
needs may be very different, but I’ve found having a list really
helps.  I prefer she doesn’t have to ask me what to do next, because if
I’m really tired I tend to say, “Nothing.  Just go home now.”  If I’m
having brain-fog, I can’t think what needs to be done so I tend to say
“Nothing.  Just go home now.” 
Having a list takes the pressure off.  Another thing is that since
homemakers change so often, having a list means they can start off
right from the get-go.  Every time I get one I really like AND who does
a good job, she leaves for a better job or to stay home with her kids
or……….  I am not really that comfortable with having new people
come in, so that’s another way the list helps.  I don’t have to
interact that much until I get used to them. 

>In A Slump

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I have been feeling very, very tired for the past week or so. Barely functioning tired. Insomnia for a couple of nights as well. All I can think of that changed is that the cool damp weather has finally gone and it is warmer and sunnier. Is this illness affected by the weather? I am going to start keeping track. I’d really like to know what makes such a difference in how I feel, so I could at least plan for it, if not avoid it. Has anyone noticed if weather affects your illness? If so, how? I’d love to get some comments on this, readers.

>RAIN

>I like rain. I could even say I love rain. But even I am starting to think this is over the top. Has the sun shone in June? One or two days, tops, if I remember correctly. We are dank and water-logged in the Northeast. People are showing signs of winter SAD. It is gray, gray, gray every single day. Oh, I’m a poet. Cute. *giggle*

On the plus side, I have done just about every thing that I wanted to do in reorganizing and decluttering my space. I have some papers to sort through, but that’s it. Finally. It really feels good to have accomplished so much. I couldn’t have done it without the help of my friends, but it is done. Yay, me.

I was glancing through a blog roll on another site and one of them was about how chronic pain can be a blessing rather than a tragedy. I think I agree. A lot of us go through life on auto-pilot, not stopping to notice or consider. Life changing illness forces you to do both. You have to think of new ways to do the things you’ve always taken for granted. You become acutely aware of all the steps it takes to accomplish something you’ve done without thinking before becoming ill. Cooking is my big one, but there are lots of others. Getting going in the morning. Get out of bed, not always easy. Make the bed. Take the shower, which involves getting the towel, robe and slippers handy, doing the actual shower, drying off, tidying up, brushing teeth–with steps of its own–getting your clothing, getting dressed. Each one involves energy that you may not have, or pain that you cannot avoid. In a class I took once, we had to write down the steps to making a peanut butter sandwich for someone who had never done it. It starts with finding the bread. Think about it. There are so many steps–open the jar, find a knife, open the bread package, dip the knive and scoop up some peanut butter, and on and on. Every step uses up a bit of your precious energy, or causes some pain, or both.

Having to be aware on a second-by-second basis really makes you see your life in an entirely new way. It has made me much more appreciative of the things I can do, of the friends who help me, of the assistance provided to me by the elder services. It has made me grateful for my tv, for my pc, for my phone. I am not alone when I can reach out through the internet or a phone call. I am entertained without the major effort of leaving the house. A lot to be thankful for. A lot to consider. It’s a good thing over all, as most things that seem disastrous at first can turn out to be. What does everyone else think?

>The Digital Revolution

>Today is the first day of all-digital tv, so I hooked up my little eight dollar antenna I bought a while back, and low and behold, I can get seventeen channels, including the ones I watch most. I plan to leave it hooked up for a bit and if I don’t miss anything, I am so dropping cable. It irks me to have to give them so much money when there’s so little to watch. Our local On-Demand has ‘F’ or even sometime ‘z’ movies. Forget ‘b’ movies, there are only a few of them. I’ll also dump the phone service, which I never really liked. If the power is out, or the modem goes off for some reason, there is no phone service. I have my cell, but a landline is still a good thing to have. So that’s my digital rant for today.

I admit to feeling a bit depressed lately. I’ve been in more than out, which is never a good thing, but also, I am struggling with wanting to do things for myself and not being sure if I can’t because I’m ill, or I’m just old. I used to ride the bus, but haven’t in a few years. Could I still manage it with some groceries or other shopping? Would the legs be too painful and give out from the fatigue, or would I build more strength by doing? When I first got sick, I had recently moved to a third-floor apartment. I remember thinking that my legs would get so strong from going up and down stairs, but instead, I was able to do less and less. I stopped buying heavy groceries like juice and milk because it was just too tiring to carry them up the stairs. I stopped doing my laundry at work because lugging it up and down stairs was too much for me. So now that I’m in worse shape in general, and also a good ten years older, what does that mean for me? Could I manage without my homemaker. Could I get around without my wonderful friend Tess who drives me everywhere? I don’t know, and it has been worrying me. Really, you have to have something to worry about, right? It’s the nature of the human being to worry, apparently. Oh, well. I’ll feel better about it all tomorrow. I hope.

>Oh, well

>Not feeling great today, so canceled Medicare thingy for the second time. Missed out on Coolatta and then lunch with Tess, too. Rats. But that’s the nature of being ill. Things change by the second, and sometimes I just can’t do what I need/want to do. So I read all my stuff, blogs and sites that I like, and am listening to some nice music, too. Finally something on tv tonight that will be watchable—Burn Notice and Royal Pains, which wasn’t bad at all. I thought it would be, but I actually enjoyed the first ep. I’m glad I’m not into the reality drek, but it would be something to watch. Just can’t bring myself to do it, though. Tv gets worse by the month, let alone by the season.

>Today

>I have to go see about which Medicare plan will work for me. There’s always something. Sign up for this, fill out that, choose this or that. The older or sicker you are, the more they want from you. Does that make sense? I think not. Brain fog makes decisions harder, thinking take longer, understanding virtually impossible on some days, and yet they want you to decide, think, understand more all the time. They ought to make you decide these things when you’re 25 or 30, when you’re brain is actually working. Assuming you haven’t already contracted one of the brain fog illnesses. I just want to be left alone, but life doesn’t work that way. Good thing I have a sense of humor.

>Was up late, but woke up at eight again. Up, showered, coffeed, sitting here. I need to eat something. It’s another wet gray day, which is infinitely better than hot and sticky. As I backed up this blog, I read the posts and it seemed like a lot of moaning and groaning, but then I remembered. It’s a blog about living with fibro/chronic fatigue, and I describe how I feel and what I do. So it’s not moaning and groaning, it’s imparting information. LOL Still no A/C guy, so I am giving up and putting stuff back in the closet. It’s been ten days. Slept in the bedroom last night, and slept well. I like that I have choices now. I can sleep on the couch or the futon, depending on my mood. Gertrude still sits on the crossword book, no matter where I sleep. She is a funny kitty. I ordered some herbs very late last night. Staying up late seems to kick in my shopping gene. Not a good thing. That’s when I bouoght the couch and the futon. Late at night. Oh, I’m tired, it seems. Better eat before I find myself back in bed.

>I was so tired today. Got up at eight as usual (yay, me) showered, ate, coffeed, etc. Sat here for awhile zoning out and finally lay down on the couch thinking to watch tv. Slept all afternoon. So here I am up late. I am backing up this blog to Evernote, since I lost my other backup on Scrapbook. Reading as I go, I see that 2007 was a really tough year. I am so much better now, even though I am having a lot of pain and fatigue and problems with walking. My mood is better, my house is better. I love my new couch. I have done a lot of organizing and decluttering and things are getting in order finally. I had forgotten how hard that year had been. I’m glad it’s now, now. *smile*

>Well, I have gotten a lot done in the apartment. The living room is set up the way I like. Only one thing left to do, and I’m not sure when/if I’m going to do it. It’s putting together the computer table thingy I bought forever ago which is in it’s unopened box in the closet. If I ever get to it, I plan to put the desk in the bedroom. The desk is really too small and too high to be a good place for the desktop pc. The bedroom still needs some decluttering, but is so much nicer without the bed in it. I still need to put some more cushioning on the futon before it’s sleep on worthy, but meanwhile, the couch is very comfy.

On the other hand, I’ve been very tired lately, and having a lot of pain. My legs especially are very painful when walking or anything. They seem to be getting stiffer, too. Like bending my knees to put my socks on is hard and hurts a lot. Not sure what to do about all this. I’m sorry to say that doctors aren’t really much help with the day-to-day living issues. But I’m in good spirits and enjoying my new couch and neat (er) living room. It’s a beautiful day, too, so that’s always nice. Yesterday it was very cold. I almost put the heat on, but used my little heater fan instead.

>Rain

>It’s pouring rain. I do love rain. All the blossoms are gone from the flowering pears across the street. They were lovely for a bit more than a week, and now it’s all green. I guess that means it’s almost summer. I was very tired and achy every day since my last post, and didn’t do much of anything. Feeling better today, but a little achy still. I think I’m going to get the futon put together this weekend, but meanwhile, I have been liking sleeping on the new couch. It’s very comfortable. I tried the futon mattress again, with some big pillows under it to cushion, but it still wasn’t very comfortable. I also ordered two wrought iron bookcases, which are cheaper than wood and hold more books. Finally going to get rid of the last of those awful plastic ones. They are just a wee bit warped after twenty some years of holding books. I’d already gotten rid of most of them, but needed someplace to keep my books. Looking forward to tossing them. I feel very rambling-ish, so that’s all for now.

>Title? What title?

>I must have been tired, cause I slept til 1pm from about midnight. My cell alarm for lunch woke me up. LOL I am tired, and achy and foggy, but I have a goal, which is get ready for new couch, the one scheduled to come on Monday. So I have incentive to do things in spite of how I feel. That’s a very good thing, because usually, I tend to slug when I don’t feel that great. It’s already looking better in here. I have a plan now, and can visualize how I want things to be, which part of my brain had burned out several years ago. It has sprung from the ashes, like the Phoenix. I am really excited about getting the couch. If I can just figure out how to keep Gertrude from shredding it, which except for declawing, I can’t think how. I don’t believe in declawing, so could someone maybe knit me a chain mail couch cover? It could work, right? LOL

>Sleep

>I did. The Atavan worked very well. I slept for about fifteen hours I think, only waking up once in a lot of pain and right back to sleep. The next night I was taking allergy pills and was still pretty tired, so slept pretty well again. Very not-functional, though. Lots of pain and brain-fog. Walking is difficult and painful, too. Then last night, the bugaboo was back. I’ve been up all night. Still barely functional and in pain. Not sleeping keeps your body from healing all the little tears and things that happen during your day. Your body normally heals during sleep. Sleep. I remember sleep. I slept a couple of nights in a row. Yay, me.

I am going to go lie down now,because sitting up is too hard.