A new dawn, a new day.
Life tends to throw everything at us in one go. It’s rare that events space out evenly. December had been like the rest of 2020: a disappointing disaster. Where there are ends, there are new beginnings. Rain brings sun. After death comes life.
I moved three days before Christmas. Not the best time of year, granted. I’m grateful the world is filled with kindness – both my family helped considerably, a friend, and the moving men hired gave a chunky discount as a goodwill gesture. There was no way I could go to family for Christmas as I live in the north west whereas they are in the south east. COVID-19 won that round. At least I knew one beautiful person I could spend the evening with that day. Thank goodness for support bubbles.
On Christmas day I was painting the kitchen bright and glittery orange. Shortly after, I begun work on the living room with yellow. Now, well into the New Year the laminate flooring has arrived and my bedroom wall has since been painted purple (plus glitter). I’ve torn all the old wallpaper down, stripped the backing and in my room I shall replace it with fancy geometric pearl marble wallpaper. Whereas, I’ll be painting the spare room LIME green. You heard me. I’m colourful; deal with it.
Next I need to fill in the grout in the bathroom using a black grout pen, as started by the previous occupant. It is easier to finish the job than to try to remove what’s there.
All the work and far too little play leads to a flare. I’ve not stuck to a solid routine for a while. That’s slowly starting to change.
Sleep is essential to battling the symptoms of fibromyalgia. The fatigue is known to impact some people so badly they pass out from exhaustion to simple day-to-day activities. I’m lucky that it doesn’t impact me in that way.
Now, my lovely kitty wakes me up relatively early and since buying curtains to block out the LED streetlamp right outside my bedroom window, I’ve been falling asleep quickly and not waking up before the morning. It’s amazing how sleep hygiene (brightness, light type, noise, temperature) can change sleep quality.
This is the last of this type of post. I have enjoyed recounting my personal experiences of fibromyalgia to raise awareness and will continue to do so, but I’m now moving towards how to adapt life to fibromyalgia, or managing fibro flares to adapt to modern life.
This means future blog posts will include both personal stories (my usual rating for tiredness, fatigue and mood will be replaced by the world renowned SPOONIE rating – see above example) alongside a featured post that is more educational. Next week, we will go through Spoon Theory and how it impacts those of us with fibromyalgia.