It is bitterly cold here. The picture above is what the temperature currently is as I type this post up. It was -7F last night when I headed to bed. I think we may have broken some records for the low temperatures for this date. The pellet stove ran almost continuously last night even when set at 60F. Thank goodness it is due to warm up here soon and we should be hit by another snowstorm on Friday. Not sure I am happy about the snowstorm, but I will welcome warmer temperatures.
Yesterday I had an early morning doctor's appointment and had to be there by 9 a.m.. We left an hour before we were due there (it usually takes half an hour to get there in good conditions). I'm glad we left really early because the roads were bad, as in scary bad. We had to plow through snowdrifts and by the time we got to the doctor's office, I was starting to have another Fibro flare. Yuck! My poor doctor had car trouble due to weather and then hit bad roads as well. He was over an hour late getting in to the office so by the time he saw us, and we were the first appointment of the day, we had been waiting in the exam room for over an hour. He felt bad for getting there so late and we felt bad for him for having such a rough start to the day.
We went over my test results and how I was doing on the new meds. He was really impressed with how well I handled the transition to the new meds. We talked diet due to me being prediabetic. We also talked about my Fibro pain and trying something new for that and he told me to tell other people "NO" more often. Jeff and I reassured him that I do say no a lot and that our kids, close relatives and friends are all very supportive and understanding. I have another follow up appointment in 3 months to see what progress I have made on getting myself back into the normal and non prediabetic range.
By the time we got home from my appointment I was in full on flare mode. I hurt everywhere and had to head to bed for a couple of hours. Even sitting up was, and still is, painful. I tried hot tubbing seeing if that would help, I tried Tylenol...nothing touched the pain. Saturday had been a similar day of flares and pain. Sunday was a milder edition of a flare and I rested in the morning so I could help care for our youngest grandson in the afternoon/evening. I came home worn out and sore from that but happy to have gotten to spend the time with him. I was glad to be there to comfort him as he was not feeling well and spent quite a bit of time sleeping while curled up in my arms. I realize how precious that time is and how sometimes, when you are a baby, you just need Grammie snuggles to make you feel safe and help calm you so you can sleep.
So here we are today and I am still in a flare. I'm trying to get a few things done like my laundry, blogging, and a few other smaller projects. My body is screaming at me to just lay down but I am feeling the need to get things done because not doing so is causing anxiety for me. I'm trying to find that balance between listening to my physical body and not causing anxiety due to things not getting done around here. It's like walking on a tightrope and being so tense because you are afraid to fall. Anyway, my laundry is calling me to get it folded and then I will rest for awhile. I promise.