Carbonite

One of the joys of having fibromyalgia is that you can always look forward to the many surprises that await you just around the corner.  I have begun to lovingly refer to fibro as "the gift that keeps on giving".   It's 3:16 and this time it's not my neck or back but my groin, hips and knees that are having an epic battle fought between Godzilla and Mothra.  I don't know who's winning but I'm the battlefield.  Have a pain here?  So sorry, good news is that a new one will come along to distract you soon enough to get your mind off the other one!

So in my introduction I spoke about being positive and always smiling.  It is true.  I think I will be cracking jokes on my deathbed.  However, do not let this fool you, I get down, anyone dealing with chronic pain I think would.  I'm writing this blog as a way for me to reach out--did I mention I've been here in the basement for three and a half years??  Of course I've been out of the house but I still feel "trapped".  My "life" is trapped in this basement metaphorically speaking too.  I'm a very social person, before I became ill, I traveled the world.  I've been blessed to live on three continents, travel on my own and see the world.  Do you now see where I'm coming from?  I love people.  I love cultures.  I could talk to a wall...and trust me...sometimes I do :P   Well, lately it is mostly talking to Ninja since he is my partner in crime, I swear he understands.  I also want my life to progress.  I feel like Hahn Solo frozen in carbonite by the evil Darth Vader...somebody please help!