Over the last week I have been enjoying a respite from fibromyalgia pain and fatigue. I don't know why it happened, but of course I am glad it did.
During that time I have been busy cooking meals in advance for the next time I have the inevitable flare. It has been working out really well.
I have been carefully pacing myself, allowing 15 minutes of decluttering then resting. Emotionally, it's very satisfying.
Well, I woke up this Sunday morning and have had an unwelcome guest: you guessed it: another fibromyalgia flare. So I guess that I overdid it..So today I will be reaping the benefits of preparing some meals in advance.
Conversely, though suffering physically, I am not depressed by this: I knew my respite wouldn't last forever. But oh how wonderful it was to have some spoons and to be able to go a whole day without a nana nap!
We Fibromites in regards to spoons and flares, are definitely babies in cradles swinging from the tree tops. We know that at any time the bough can break and we will come tumbling down.
But it's best if we just learn to go with the flow and try to enjoy the respite: the bough might not break for ages, but you never do know.
