Monday, May 31, 2010

Day 238

I have to tell you that this is the first time in many, many, MANY years that I have a serious case of Mondayitis. It's not a great feeling. There is a bit of dread in my bones and I'm not likin' it.

Oh how I wish Splat Sunday could continue through to More for Monday. But Must Do It Monday has taken over leaving Splatfest far behind. I am supposed to be getting ready for running club right now but my sore throat, stuffy head and general cold and flu symptoms are keeping me in the comfort of my ugg boots, hoodie and flanny PJs instead. I will need to make up for it of course. But for now, it ain't happenin'.

Cancelling my participation in running club is easy. Getting out of my other Must Do It Monday commitments is not so easy. Oh well, you've gotta do what you've gotta do.

Why is it when you finally give your body the rest it needs, it does a bunk on you and collapses completely? Or does that only happen to me? The moment I let my guard down the snipers set in.

I should be used to it. Ever since I was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia I've had to work out the fine balance between remaining active enough to keep the symptoms at bay, without doing so much that I relapse due to exhaustion. You see, unlike Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, with Fibro you are better off working through the fatigue, fog and pain factors as much as possible by remaining active. Yes, an extremely difficult task, but one you can get through with the right mindset. The power of the mind is essential when taking on the Fibro challenge (and I'm not talking about eating bran here people). Without it you're screwed.

For me, giving into the Fibro fatigue is not an option, because the moment I do the Fibro takes hold and it's very hard to escape its grip once the hand cuffs are on. But yesterday I wasn't feeling at all Fibroish, and I really felt my body (and my family) deserved some Splatsville so I commissioned it as a family necessity. Sure I was bloody tired, but anyone would be if they'd had the weeks I had had. Being tired doesn't have to mean Fibro fatigue. Sometimes you can just be buggered, for buggered's sake. Can't you? As a result I had 11 hours sleep overnight, plus lots of laying about, and another 2 hour nap, and more laying about (and a scheduled fortnightly massage), and more laying about, and now I have woken up sick! Not fibro sick, but cold and flu sick. Let's just hope that all roads don't lead to Fibro Falls ... because that would suck.

So you see, this isn't really about Fibromyalgia at all, but about the fact that when you let your body shut down, the resilience can slip, and nasties can take hold. Did somebody feed my Mugwai after midnight or something? There are definite gremlins about.

Anyway, that's a long way of saying that Mondayitis has set in and I'm struggling with it. It's also a confused way of wondering if Splat Sunday actually did my body more harm than good. I dunno. What I do know is that there is no jog attached to this blog today, and that I desperately need some vitamins, a cuppa and a nice steamy shower. Some positive self talk wouldn't go astray either ...


  1. Yuk ick. Did I give you the razor blade throat and the aches? All I can do is suggest panadol and fluids and hope for the ability to just keep going until you can give in to sleep.

  2. We are trying to avoid this for 2010. when I fall prey to such it impacts on Wise Woman as I cannot do my daily drop ins. And as we are off on a business trip in just over a week...

  3. I'm sorry - mondayitis really sucks!

  4. I hope the Mondayitis is replaced with some phenomenalitis. My body seems to break down when I've been going and going and then I give it a rest. Does that mean, no rest for the weary?


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