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ARGH Fibromyalgia, you thief!

I am exhausted in all the ways I can think of; physically, mentally, emotionally, and the other “llys'”  The wonderful thing in my life I am preparing for, a trip to the UK to spend three weeks with my boyfriend, is wonderful!  It’s amazing to me that I will be boarding a plane in less than one week and flying over land and water until I end up in a place where they speak differently and drive on the other side of the road!  I feel incredibly fortunate to have both my sweet, loving boyfriend and to be travelling to England.

All well and good, right?  Not so fast.  I’ll remind you, I have Fibromyalgia.  It makes “normal” things exhausting and exhausting things totally overwhelming.  I have spent at least three hours in the past two days on the phone or connected to the phone, trying to get enough of my medications to last me for the three weeks I’ll be gone.  I am so exhausted from this time on the phone with insurance company, pharmacy, doctor office, AND the fact that I am STILL not sure I will get my medications in time.  It’s highly likely to work out, as things tend to work out, I’ve learned, but it is so stressful!

I’m in a ton of pain, nauseous, headache, a bit dizzy, hot and cold, and probably some other things if I think about it for a moment.  No, I don’t have the flu or a cold.  No, it won’t help to go to the doctor or take Vitamin C because these symptoms are part of “normal existence” when you have Fibro.  It is also highly likely that I will go into a flare before I leave or once I get to England.  A flare can keep me down for weeks.  These are the things that make Fibromyalgia such a bitch to deal with.  It’s not just the pain or the exhaustion, it’s the way those things conspire to make my life so much smaller than it once was.  I simply don’t have the energy for more.  Fibro be Damned!

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England from 2009 Rediscovered!

Blogzie about England Trip   Saturday June 20, 2009

This is our second week in England and I am quite sleep deprived. The other three main characters in this story; Michael, Chris, and Brian, they have been sleeping like, hmmmm, what would be a good example? Like… Well, damn, I’m not sure, I just know that they sleep for 8,9,10,13 hours at a pop, while I partook of about 3 hours of sleep last night, despite 2 Melatonin, 2 Sominex, 2 Baileys, AND being incredibly exhausted. By some joke of ’the big man upstairs,’ each of the aforementioned lads have a common trait. They ALL SNORE! In case you didn’t already know this about me, I go wacko when rooming with folks who snore. It drives me berserk, no matter how irrational that is. I could trace this disgust of all things snore back to the ‘TRAUMA’ of living with my Mom throughout my teen years, and no matter how many doors we closed or stopped up the bottoms of, no matter how high I turned the television volume, I could -still- hear her incredibly noxious snore. That is my psychological connection to the snore. (Freud may have said something completely different, maybe that I had breast envy and a childhood psychosis, but he ain’t here no more, HA!)

Anyway, that’s quite enough talk about sleep. Highlights, lowlights, honorable mentions from the trip so far: McDonald’s in the Amsterdam airport charging us £2 for ketchup packets, incredibly narrow winding, not lit roads which lead between the village our friends, Chris and Brian, live in, which has 900 inhabitants, and other nearby villages. These roads generally don’t have any lines drawn on the pavement and I would estimate that the width of the road, which is ostensibly two lanes, is barely bigger than one of our traffic lanes in the states. And the people, these wild English daredevils, speed down the roads and when they come upon another car, 9 times out of 10, do not even pull over to the side, as I am used to, to allow the other car to get through. OH NO! Not these stiff-lipped, bad-ass, village living English folks, they continue speeding toward one another, and the cars pass one another with only a couple inches between them. It takes a bit of getting used to, I have to say.

Double-decker busses are everywhere! In my mind, double-decker busses mainly or only drove within the London area, and there are few of them, because they are “just for fun.” Not the case at all, though I have yet to get on one of these busses, it is in my list of activites I hope to partake in before returning to Iowa.