As it’s National Fibromyalgia Awareness Day, I wanted to write a blog post about how my life is affected by this poop stain of a condition.
I wanted to tell you about how sometimes my brain is so foggy I forget I’m talking in the middle of a sentence and totally zone on.
About how when I’m in a crowded space, I feel overwhelmed by all the things happening and I just want to run away.
About how every meal makes me so bloated I could be carrying twins, and how just not pooping in public toilets isn’t a luxury I have when I poop several times a day.
I wanted to explain how my body doesn’t even feel like mine at the moment and I’m not even sure I want it to.
I wanted to tell you about how I can’t cuddle up to Steven most nights because my gross night sweats cover us both (but he tries to spoon me anyway).
How all of me hurts if I do something “too exerting” like the hoovering, and sometimes I have to nap after I’ve taken a shower, or cooked a meal because it wears me out.
And I wanted this post to be well-written, with some humour, and not a pity party.
However, I can’t do any of that, because I’m too bloody tired. So I’ll leave you with this video, because I’m off to bed.