Sadly, The Biggest Fibromyalgia Fog Ever (And Food)

Stairs.

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A few weeks ago on a Saturday morning, my husband woke us up from a deep sleep at 7:45 am, which on the weekends is basically the middle of the night. We went to meet his parents for brunch “in the middle” of our two houses in two different States. What I thought would be a one hour drive ended up being two hours for us. Two long hours, coiled like a bright pink hair scrunchy  in the front seat of a very small car. I didn’t move around in my seat, didn’t ask to stop the car so I could stretch, I just sat there like a block of white marble. Why? What was I thinking? Apparently, I was NOT thinking.

During the trip there I totally forgot that I had Fibromyalgia. How could I forget that I had a chronic illness? I really don’t know but that is exactly what happened. It didn’t occur to me until I felt locked in place and could not get out of the car. I couldn’t turn, I couldn’t extend my legs out, I couldn’t move and finally, the long, first step from the car to the pavement was pure agony.  It was the greatest Fibromyalgia Fog of all:  Blissfully forgeting I had Fibromyalgia…until we got there.  Had I remembered the illness I would have stopped every half hour to get out of the car, stand up and stretch. I should have been prepared, physically and mentally but I wasn’t. I just wanted to arrive at our destination. When we got there every inch of my body hurt like thousands of razor blades performing a pain symphony.

We walked up a long winding, flight of stairs, my new arch-enemy, to get to the restaurant we were going to for the brunch buffet. I looked up the winding staircase and had no idea how I would be able to get up. Being stubborn and independent I clutched the banister with the strength I had left, my stiff legs and knees protesting at every step; I walked like a small child, one step with both feet at a time. I realized anew that Fibromyalgia is a horrible, debilitating disease and forgetting about it entirely was a terrible burden for my body and my feelings; I felt stupid and embarrassed. “Loser” I muttered to myself.

Finally upstairs we were treated to a lovely meal. The brunch was a buffet, a man played the piano, my teenagers were well-behaved, there were mimosas available and it looked festive. We feasted on made-to-order omeletes, mine with mushrooms and cheese. On display were cinnamon buns with drizzled, sweet vanilla icing. They served eggs benedict. an array of cheeses and fresh vegetables and Belgium waffles with a vat of whipped cream and another close by filled with bright red, plump strawberries. They had croissants and rolls and blueberry muffin tops coated with brown sugar. They had serving stations of steak with horseradish mayonnaise and grilled sirloin, all too carnivorous for me so early in the day. There were smoked salmon platters and my personal favorite, a lovely poached pear, the color of burgandy, with brie and walnuts.

Once we were finished I dreaded walking down my nemisis, the evil staircase. I had to take a deep breath with every painful inch that I could move. Each step sent electric shocks down my legs, my hands were red and swollen, as if arthritis had landed in my body unannounced. I stayed behind the family this time and managed with one hand to clutch the banister down and with the assistance of my husband holding on to my other arm. I felt like a 95 year old grandma and while I appreciated my husband’s help, I loathe that I need it. I don’t like feeling dependent, at all. The food cheered me up, it was lovely and presented gorgeously. I tried to remember that and not getting there or going home. Next time, please, someone remind me so I can avoid a Fibro Fog as stupid as this one.

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2 thoughts on “Sadly, The Biggest Fibromyalgia Fog Ever (And Food)

  1. I keep thinking I should get tatooed on my wrist: Remember you forget. (Since my friend is still suffering from a small tatoo “gone wrong” two years after it became infected (two years AFTER she had it done), I will NEVER get a tatoo!) So, I should just have it engraved on a bangle.
    The food sounds lovely — atleast there was something worthwhile at the top of the stairs. I’m surprised they didn’t have to have a ramp or elevator to help folks make their way up or down.
    Another way to look at it is, that for 2 hours you FORGOT you had fibro, so you must have been feeling okay! So there will probably be 2 hour “breaks” in the fibro feelings to come”

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  2. Well, the first thing I see wrong, is that he woke you up at 7:45 am!!

    The brunch sounds like it was amazing, but how much could you enjoy when you were in such pain?

    I did something stupid like that once. I get carsick quickly and we drove over 3 hours to go pick up one of sons at a Boy Scout camp. Stupidly, I did not take any precautions for the ride, and got terribly ill.

    We all “forget” we are sick every once in a while. We can’t help it. We look around and everybody is cheeful and bright and shining, and we just get caught up in that joyful noise, until we are swiftly thrown to the ground and stepped on by our nemisis.

    The drive-thru McDonalds has a lovely take out breakfast. You shuld try that next time!! 🙂
    mo

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