This is the first entry in my new blog for the Fibro site.  I guess I should start by saying "welcome" and I hope you enjoy reading this blog.  If you have Fibro, then you know that the little green guy up there is a pretty good reflection of how I feel pretty much all of the time.  My employers, friends, family, even my spouse never understood that, though some of them tried.  I suppose if you do not experience someone else's pain it is difficult to comprehend it.  People grow tired of constantly hearing you complain, which I can understand, but I don't think anyone realizes that as much as they hate to listen to my complaints, I hate feeling the way I do more.  People see me and to them I look fine so I must be "fine", right?  I wish.

This morning I woke up with the usual stiffness, struggled to get out of the bed and limped into the kitchen to make my usual pot of coffee.  When it was made I took my usual handful of pills...the methadone, lyrica, hydrocodone and aricept.  (Nice breakfast, huh?)  Actually that comes later when I take all of the vitamin supplements needed to refuel my little cells because the constant muscle contractions deplete their fuel.  Between all of the narcotics and vitamins you would think I would feel great, right?  Again, I wish.

I was talking to someone last night about my fibro and they asked me if I was ever going to improve or if it was just going to continue to get worse.  I wish I knew but if I answered that question based on how my health has declined onver the past 14 years because of the fibro, I would have to say, "No".  That is not very encouraging, yet my condition has gotten progressively worse, especially over the past four years, so how can I expect it to improve?  There has been no sign to indicate that it will, but that it will only continue to worsen.

My X-Mother-In-Law used to love to tell a joke about a green bean that was injured, was taken to the green bean hospital and the green bean doctor sadly informed the green bean's family that he would be a vegetable for the rest of his life.  I DON'T WANT TO END UP A GREEN BEAN!

But the results of the Cognitive Abilities Test my neurologist gave me weren't good.  I have the cognitive abilities of an 85 year old woman...well on my way to being a "green bean".  That is why I take Aricept, an Alzheimer's medication.  At 44 I am taking alzheimers medication!  ...Green bean.

Well, at least I finally have a doctor who listens and knows how to care for me instead of the MD (POS) that I was with for years and took great care of my entire family, except me. 

If you are reading this then hopefully you have found my website as well at this same domain.  If you have Fibro, please use the site and feel free to contact me. 

Have a great day and God Bless, Tammy Elaine