Fibro strikes...

[rabid1st]

...like one of the Avengers...not Hawkeye...one of the real superhero ones. :snicker: Sorry, Jenn!(and other Hawkeye lovers) I couldn't resist.

Anyway, my point was...like David Banner's temper, my Fibro strikes suddenly and is monosyllabic.

Today was one of those happy, once in a couple dozen blue moons sort of day when I felt like doing a little chore or two. And I set myself a little chore. I intended to clean off my bathroom countertop and sink. Just put the tubs and bottles in their proper places and wipe stuff off with a little Simple Green and baking soda and DONE!

I did that. And then I thought...since I have the baking soda and Simple Green and sponge and paper towels out...why not also wipe down the kitchen sink.

So, I did that. And while doing that...why not toss a few things in the laundry. Not a full load, just underwear and socks and a stray pillow case or two.

So, I did that.

And then...I thought...why not just wipe the soapy sponge across the range top? Nothing crazy. I realize I'm getting tired. I even told my inner cleaning freak that very thing, when she said something about the floor needing a good mopping. "Another day," I said, while thinking she must be crazy if she thinks I will ever again mop a floor. "I am getting tired," I said. "Just...wipe and rinse and DONE!"

So, I did that. And it looked okay. Except there were a couple of stubborn stains left. And they really stood out now that the rest of the ceramic range top was clean. So, I thought, why not just spray those stubborn stains with a spritz of Simple Green and leave them to soak while I switch the laundry to the dryer...that's not even work, and maybe the stains will just lift off like in those commercials with little blue birds or sassy crows or big bald guys that appear in the kitchen of some overworked cleaning woman on TV?

So, I did that. But the stains didn't lift off. So, I had to scrub a bit. And that's when my own commercial moment happened.

Only instead of a happy little blue bird...I apparently got a Hulk-like troll with a club who sneaked up behind me and SMASH! He clobbered me with pain and exhaustion. "This is what it means to have Fibro," the voiceover lady said. And all of a sudden the room sort of went dark and spinning and I couldn't seem to breathe because OWWWWW! I stumbled in a daze to a place where I could collapse...which, coincidentally, was right here at the computer.

So, here I sit. The dryer is beeping at me in a strident tone every 3 minutes. It expects me to get up and put away the underwear and pillow cases.

But I'm not going to do that.

Rae

Comments

[auntiesuze.livejournal.com]

Ugh. Do I know that slippery slope well. You get into that mode of "look how much I'm accomplishing!" that you ignore all your body's cues. Up until it says "screw you!" and takes control. :P

Forget the laundry and take it easy on yourself today, okay? {{{HUGS}}}

[rabid1st.livejournal.com]

Yes! What gets me is that it always gets me. I forget that I shouldn't do more than one or two things in a day.

I had started this list program for pathetic people. That is...whenever I see a chore that I should do, but can't manage at the moment...I put that chore on a list. Then, when I feel better, I go to the list and pick a chore. This allows me to feel that I do something. So...for yesterday...it was clean off the bathroom sink. I have learned that "Clean the bathroom" doesn't happen the way it used to. Heck, I used to have "Clean the house" on my to do list. But now...it is just...1 day I will Clean the bathroom sink. O 2. Clean the toilet. 3. Clean the tub. 4. Clean the kitchen sink. And all of those things happen on different days. Like...I can't vacuum the house...I have to break it into rooms or areas.

Well...you know, I'm sure.

[auntiesuze.livejournal.com]

I struggle with the all-or-nothing attitude in many areas and it's SO hard to rein yourself back in. I haven't been disciplined enough to make a list (though that's a good idea), but I definitely try to break chores down as much as possible. I also will half-ass them just to improve the situation, even if I can't throw myself into it fully. Like the toilet. I'll do a quick scrub of the bowl, but not a full cleaning of the whole thing. At least I did *something*, but not so much that I'd be paralyzed the rest of the day, you know?

[rabid1st.livejournal.com]

I do know!

HUGS!

I think one of the worst things about fibro is it does tend to tackle those of us who are all-in sort of people. I moved fast. I multi-tasked. I expected big things of myself and usually managed them. But, I think that plays to the idea that chronic fatigue is caused by adrenal burn out. Because I definitely took on a lot of stress in my healthy years. I enjoyed having the pedal to the metal, pushing myself and juggling things.

So....now I can't do that at all. Slow and steady wins the race, as Aesop tells us. ;->

[astitchintime-9.livejournal.com]

My every sympathy! I recognize those days. My manifestations are slightly different, but ::Hugs:: to you in compassionate understanding! Hope you're better today.

[rabid1st.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the hugs and sympathy, Stitchie! I do feel better today. I don't think I really did enough to put myself out for a long while. At least I knew enough to stop when the troll hit me.

[thisficklemob.livejournal.com]

NO LAUNDRY GETTING FOR YOU!

Of course moving the laundry to the dryer is work. That stuff is wet, and heavy.

You do remember that my name for Chronic Fatigue Syndrome is A Troll Is Sittnig On Me Halp, yes? Perhaps Fibro should be called A Troll Just Clobbered Me Halp.

Or we could just shorten both and combine, and call them Olaf.

{{{{very gentle hugs}}}