Hello there. This will have to be a quick post as I am in a hurry to go shopping. I think John Lewis would be a good place to go but I may need to call in at a supermarket, too.
What do I need to buy so urgently, you ask. Well, our cutlery is looking a little the worse for wear so it would be as well to refresh that drawer. I think I shall buy a set with more place settings as we seem to use them all in no time at all. The situation is particularly bad with the spoons. It seems as though even first thing in the morning there are few usable spoons around. Not only that, but everything seems to need more spoons than usual. Just sitting in the chair, thinking about standing up, often feels as though it is using several of that day’s spoons. I think this is probably the worst patch of fatigue I have had since I was first diagnosed with Fibromyalgia. It would be easy to think “it’s not fair” but it doesn’t help. If anything, it makes things slightly worse. Mentally, I cope better if I keep away from the “Why me?” thoughts. I don’t know whether that would be the same for others but I suspect it may well be.
So, what about the supermarket? I need to dash (!) in there for some window cleaner. Everything is looking foggy so I think the windows must need cleaning. [Yes, I know, it’s corny but I just felt like being silly – on purpose, for a change!]
Actually, at the moment the Fibro Fog doesn’t seem particularly funny. Things have moved on from thinking one thing and saying another. This morning I was sorting out my medication and filling my weekly pill boxes. Things seemed to be going fairly well until I had filled the final box. I noticed that there was a half-full blister pack sticking out of a box. I had deliberately placed the pack that way after using it for the penultimate box as I knew I would be emptying it for the final box. However, once I had filled that box, I noticed that that pack was still half-full! I had put a different (and wrong) type of tablet in each day’s compartment of that box. I had no idea which type of medication I had wrongly used, although, luckily, I recognised which pill it was in each section and was able to remove it. It was a scary moment. Have I reached a point where I cannot be trusted to deal with my own medication? I really don’t want that to be the case… Really, really, really.
That mistake has given me a fright. However, I am not going to panic. I am going to allow myself to calm down and to mull things over. I need to recognise the best way to deal with this. I hope I manage to do so.