Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Fibromyalgia Awareness Day

In honor of Fibromyalgia Awareness Day, I've decided to blog about my life with fibro.

Fibromyalgia often starts with some kind of traumatic event. For some, it's a fall or a car accident. Others, the death of a loved one or some other kind of emotional trauma. And for some, like me, it begins with the birth of a child, although my birth experience was a traumatic one, so who's to say whether it was the birth or the trauma. Through the inept actions of an inexperienced doctor, I nearly bled to death minutes after my baby was born. I remember feeling the blood gushing out of me and thinking that I was going to die without holding my baby. I remember the look of shock on the doctor's face (which wasn't exactly reassuring). But I can't say for sure whether it was the trauma of that experience or the stress and sleep deprivation that came with having a difficult, colicky infant that never slept. I remember feeling tired and achy all the time and wondering if everyone else had as much pain as I did. Every day was a challenge.

Then six years ago, I had a massage for the first time. The next day, I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. I hurt all over. I was so tired I could barely get out of bed. I fell asleep every time I sat down, even when I was the only one watching my children. I developed these horrible pains in my back that didn't go away when I would lay down, like my "normal" back pains. Finally, I went in to see my naturopath. She did some blood work and, because of my high platelet levels, she thought I had a rare blood disorder that only gives people a few years to live. I was really scared! I refused to believe I could have this disorder so I sat down at my computer to search the internet for another explanation. Now this is weird, but a voice in my head said "look up fibromyalgia." So, I did and the light bulb went on! I KNEW this is what I had. It explained so much, so many symptoms that I didn't even realize were related. I went back to my naturopath who did the tender point test and very grumpily admitted that I was right.

In the years since then, I've learned a lot. I have helped and treated myself better than any doctor ever has. With pacing my activities (and accepting my limitations), a healthier diet, high potency vitamin supplements and daily exercise, I am usually able to function pretty well. I research drugs and then ask my doctor for the ones I want to try, rather than just taking whatever they recommend. I learned that people with fibro often flare after a massage if they haven't had one in a long time. I learned that aspartame can aggravate symptoms and should be completely avoided.

For me, the pain is a constant. The pain in my back really never goes away. It might ease up at times, but cooking, cleaning, standing and sitting up in a straight-backed chair all aggravate the pain in my back, even when I'm not flaring. The stiffness in my neck is another thing that never really goes away. Doing workouts with hand weights has helped, but I still have to be very careful of my neck or I end up with trigger point headaches that leave me completely debilitated.

The fatigue comes and goes for me, although I always have to be careful to not overdo it. I can't schedule too many things into a day or a week. I need lots of down time to rest and recuperate. I have times where I feel pretty energetic and other times where I can barely move. Exercising in the morning really helps with this, but I know not everyone is able to exercise.

The cognitive impairment (fibrofog) is another thing that comes and goes. One day I'll feel like myself and the next I feel like my brain is swollen and stuffed with cotton or something. Fog is the perfect way to describe it. I feel like my mind is shrouded by fog. I'm unable to think, unable to speak properly. I forget things, sometimes even things like how to turn on the dishwasher. I'll stand there, messing with the sink, turning the faucets on and off wondering why the dishwasher won't turn on.

Then there are the flares. Right now, I'm in the middle of the one of the worst flares I've had in a long, long time. All my trigger points are tight, tender and radiating pain. It feels like someone took a baseball bat to me while I was sleeping. Some of my trigger points actually feel bruised. Just standing hurts terribly. Exercising isn't possible right now because all my muscles feel like they could pull or be injured easily. Which maybe they can; the other night I pulled a muscle in my side just trying to turn over in bed! How pathetic is that? I'm tired and all I really look forward to is laying down. Having to do anything is just too much right now. I'm a little foggy too, although not as bad as two weeks ago when I could barely communicate with anyone. I'm not sleeping as deeply as I usually do and I'm having the worst problem with dry eyes. Sometimes I wake up at night and can't even move my eyelid my eyes are so dried out. I'm burning through the Refresh Liquigel like you wouldn't believe.

And the really bad thing is, there isn't a cure for this. The FDA keeps approving drugs that are supposed to help but, in my opinion, the side effects sound worse than the fibro.

I've learned to adapt. I am learning to embrace laziness (it's not as fun as it sounds) and to let go of perfectionism (somewhat - I still have my type-A, driven moments). I've learned to accept that I can't do things that other people take for granted, like clean my house for company and then be civil to the company. I'm sure people wonder why we never invite them over but I just can't do it. By the time I get halfway done cleaning my house, I'm damn unpleasant to be around and I can't help it. So, I just accept that entertaining guests is something I can't do. Other things are harder to accept, like not volunteering in my kid's schools. I often feel guilty about that, but what can I do?

I consider myself one of the lucky ones. I can walk. I can exercise and stay in shape (usually). But I know people who feel like I do when I'm having a flare ALL OF THE TIME and my heart goes out to them. Living with fibro is not easy, especially in our world with its endless demands. It breaks my heart to read wall posts where people talk about how their family or friends still don't get it and accuse them of being lazy or whiny. I hope that National Fibromyalgia Awareness will help people become more aware and compassionate.


Teresa said...

Great post. It was good to learn a little more about your case of fibro. Each of us fibro sufferers are a little bit different, yet have so much in common.
I think I've had fibro since I was a pre-teen, but what triggered the onset of it's constant symptoms was my car accident with a 18 wheel tanker truck. I can remember weeks after the accident, wondering if everyone healed as slowly as I was. I even wondered if I'd bruised my brain because the headaches were so bad. As you know, I've never gotten over it and many days it feels as if the accident just happened yesterday.
It's so good to have friends like you who understand exactly what we go thru!

Trisha Pearson said...

What a scary accident! That had to be extremely traumatic. I wish they would figure out what happens to a person during and after the trauma that causes fibro, because it seems like it should be able to be healed. I feel I've healed from the emotional part of my experience, so why still the fibro? Ah, fibro leaves so many questions. I hope they will find answers to help all of us.