Yesterday I had what I like to call a “pain day”. I was in pain. I blame the perfect combination of the cold front moving in, and the fact that I had a rather strenuous day of grocery shopping at multiple stores behind me the day before. The pain and extreme fatigue actually started on Thursday evening, and went through the night and all day yesterday. Today I am forcing myself to rest and recover, and setting some small goals along the way, so that my whole day is not wasted.
But I still did some good things yesterday. I had an extended chat with someone about special needs elimination diet food issues. It’s always good to connect with a kindred spirit who also has Autism Spectrum kids...someone who understands. I suppose that connection goes both ways. What a blessing.
After lunch I decided to force myself to do something and so I did something fun that brought me pleasure: I got out my pretty china and I set the table and took some pictures of it. I also made tea and cinnamon scones. I took the pictures and put them on this blog and on Facebook as a virtual tea party. I wished I could invite anyone who reads my blog or my facebook page...especially those in pain, or in grief, those who are lonely and the bedraggled.
The kids and I enjoyed eating the scones for afternoon snack and for breakfast...Ok, I’ll admit it...I made vegetable soup for dinner so that I could also eat another scone at dinner and stay with my calorie budget. Yum.
Today’s discipline involves forcing myself to be still and continue resting a bit. That means not going anywhere until this evening. The pain is greatly diminished...just present around the edges. But it could come flaring back if I over do it. I hope I can make it to Vespers. I had the opportunity to go get my CPR certification renewed today...and for only five dollars! But I passed it up. I have learned the hard way that in a fibro flare, I MUST say “no”...even to golden opportunities.
My only goals today are to bake bread, which I have done, clean up the kitchen, put together my new vacuum cleaner and sit down with some knitting. And this right here fulfills my wee writing goal for the day.
Such is a small life in the midst of a fibro flare. There is goodness, there is beauty and there is love in the midst of the pain.