My Life - My Fibro

I'm a little late to wish you all a Merry Christmas, but my thoughts over the holiday have been with anyone who suffers from a chronic illness - and those who don't. Having a chronic illness makes it no less enjoyable for me, but a greater effort to ensure that we all have a nice day - a happy day. I do put that effort into all the occasions I spend with friends or family, but Christmas ..... is somehow more important. or, I mean, it seems more important for it to be as perfect as possible and I don't necessarily mean with gifts, though I do often find it difficult to find the exact gift, even though I might spend days looking for it. Does anyone else find it difficult to admit that it's so exhausting - enjoyable, but exhausting. I get to a point where I know that my mind will not cope with any more shopping, or thinking, and I have to postpone until the next day.... and so it goes until one day, I know there isn't a next day and I have to make decisions. The mos...

when I began writing this blog, I did it with the intention to share something of my day to day journey with fibromyalgia, but didn't allow for the exhaustion and head fog that follows me around!  Of course, people tend to find a different reason for my confused days - age, etc., - but I know different and I really wish I had the words to convince everyone of that. Another thing that happens, is that we try to carry on with life and stay independent and that doesn't always help, because we give the impression of being okay and not just to friends and family, but to doctors too. I gave up speaking to my doctor about my health when he told me that Fibromyalgia didn't exist in Scotland ( where he had moved from) and there were no other patients at my practice who had been diagnosed with it. The NHS is wonderful and I've seen it working at it's worst and it's best and I know they can't always get everything right without the staff to do it, but having seen my...