For the past two or three weeks (actually, it’s probably longer than that), I have been living quietly. By ‘quietly’ I mean that I haven’t been rushing about: instead I have been doing things when I feel like doing them, resting when I feel like resting, getting up and going to bed when I feel like it – you know the sort of thing. Some of the time it has been through choice, the rest of the time it hasn’t. I have been trying to give my body a chance to recharge its batteries. That may sound odd coming from someone who has problems with fatigue caused by Fibromyalgia, but it has felt as though I needed to have a bit of ‘slow’ time.
It has been an odd state of affairs, this slow time. For a start, I dislike being disabled by the fatigue. It is dreadfully frustrating not to be able to do things that I have been looking forward to, but, after a while, it just felt right to slow things down a bit. I had recently returned, after a long break, to a group that meets on Thursday evenings and I was thoroughly enjoying it. However, I was finding that for probably half of the time, I was too weary to be able to attend. Instead of railing against fate, I decided that my default position would be that I was unable to go to the meetings. That way, if I felt bright enough to go, it would be a big, fat bonus, rather than suffering the disappointment of missing it when the fatigue was playing up. I must say, making that particular decision has made it easier to cope with not being able to attend. At this point, I was going to say that perhaps I should adopt this strategy for everything, but I think that would be a bad thing. It would be a terribly pessimistic standpoint so I don’t think it would work. For the moment, it’s enough to use it just for the Thursday evening group.
I am finding that I am having to keep adjusting the way I live with the Fibro. I suppose much of that is because the Fibro has changed and has been affecting me differently over the last several months. For the time being, I don’t mind the ebb and flow – which is a good thing – but it remains to be seenhow long that remains true. For now, I shall continue on my slow journey, with occasional bursts of speed – not only in my lovely car!