Fibromyalgia ... Yes it's real.

Who is this person I have become? Depressed, cynical and a downer Slow, unfriendly and ho-hum It's me, the ultimate frowner Fibomyalgia, HS and migraine Satan in my skin wrapper To me he dishes out pain The ultimate kidnapper Fibro fog, boils, poker in the eye You want me to be normal? I feel like giving up, I can't deny Forgive me if I'm informal Rocking back and forth, silent tears I'm not a hypochondriac I've been feeling it for years Now I'm an insomniac My old life has been taken from me Against my will I started anew Daily I prayed and took a knee I'm finding it hard to follow through I have now become the great pretender Faking each day "look I'm fine" When you aren't looking I surrender Always grasping for a lifeline I should take joy in other's bounty Of course I know what's right Complete jealousy confounds me Sunny days have become night There are many ways to be sick And many more to ...

I've always tried to live by the code "Do things for others without expecting anything in return". As a general rule, I've done pretty well by it. I give and it fills my heart with joy. Whether it is a hand made gift, donation, random call or text when I hadn't heard for someone to make sure they were okay, or even throw showers and parties when my pocketbook was empty.  I enjoy giving and helping others. Now I know, not everyone is the same, and it is silly to think everyone thinks the same way I do, but I have hit a barrier I'm not quite sure what to do with. I have had Fibromyalgia, Hidranitis Supporativa, and chronic migraines for about eight years now. During this time, I have continued my code and even done more than before for others. I can not tell you how much time, effort, and money my husband and I have spent doing for others, even when I felt horrible and could barely get out of bed. The past few years have started to really wear on me and my cod...

Another outbreak, another flare What am I to do? How many times must I say I can't come see you. I've said it once Even said it twice Why do you not hear? I've made it plain and simple I've made it quite clear. I have Chronic Illness' Hidranitis Suppurlativa, Migraines  Fibromyalgia, too Come see for your own witness It's not a slight to you. No, I will not ask for help Or beg you to help with my duties I'd rather suffer in silence Than ask for a handful of groupies I didn't wish or ask for this curse Wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy Yes, I've read the Book of Job It only works so much for therapy. No, I'm not mad at you I live a tricky existence Boils, headaches and flu like pain Praying for my body's resistance. Sometimes I don't answer your text or call All I want to do is complain You'd get tired of hearing it all I get tired of trying to explain. I h...

I tremble at the thought of another storm I wonder if it will be fierce and quick Never see the direction it is from Or a slow, steady, continuous drip Each way can ruin the nourished land With a peculiar way to strike One most silent and the other grand Trying to overtake the dike The clouds open in hatred and fury Boisterous, malevolent, cutting with spite The land stands and takes it bravely For it is ... it's birthright! The monotonous drizzle does the same But it is shrewd and calculating Some would say "it's just a little rain" No doubt the best at manipulating You can use your lightning torch And your subtle swooning waves This tough layer you can't scorch Or even begin to scathe! I will stand watch and prepare for both My plans you can not foil To myself a solemn, ardent oath You won't erode my soil  ~Tina McNeill

Some of you may know I live in Oklahoma. The weather is crazy, but it's one of the things I love about it. It's easy to be an armchair storm chaser here with the live coverage of deadly tornadoes. As the season approaches, so does the ugly Hidradenitis Suppu rativa (HS) The weather has gone from cold to hot as Hades in the span of two days! I took a couple of hours last Saturday to hop on the riding lawn mower and mow the backyard. Picked up a little trash here and there. I painted an old dresser I had. By 2:00pm I was done! Exhausted, but done.  I had only sweat a little, I took plenty of breaks in between and a good long shower afterwards. The next morning reality set in. I could barely move and my arm had kept me up most of the night. I was grateful for the numbness that occurred off and on for a reprieve from the pain. I started feeling the dreadful symptoms of boils forming. I knew this would happen. It always does. Here I am on a Tuesday morning, laid up with multiple...

It's been a REALLY rough couple of months. I need to have some sort of release...so here it is. I have Fibromyalgia Syndrome (FMS).  I have had it for the past 7 years. I also have chronic migraines. Let's add to the list, Hidradenitis suppurativa (HS), a skin disease, basically large boils in parts of the body that are mostly hidden.  I would like to also add, due to these illnesses, I suffer from depression.  I didn't ask for these burdens. I have battled with them for years and years. The older I get, (I'm 48), the worse my health gets. I get it, I'm no spring chicken anymore. I have changed from an extreme extrovert to almost a recluse. I have lost all of my friends, other than the usually following on Facebook. I don't see family as much as I used to.  This isn't because I have cut everyone off, it's because others are able to continue living their lives, while mine, basically stands still. I wake up each morning with a new outlook. Not your typ...