Enough already...

Sorry that I haven't posted for a while, but it's been 1 hell of a week.  

After the long weekend, I was ready for work on Tuesday.  I felt refreshed and rearing to go.  Unfortunately by the end of the day that had all changed again.

Work started to get to be its normal demanding self again.  Fibro decided it didn't like the competition for centre of attention and so started throwing a tantrum of note.  As a result, by Wednesday afternoon my lower back was was spasming so badly that it was a battle to take a few steps.  

It was Missy's birthday on Thursday, so on Wednesday afternoon Hubby, Missy & I trundled off to our local Mall to get her a prezzie, some groceries & (why ever not) some clothes...  I was in so much pain walking back to the car that i think a toddler could've run faster that what i was walking.  In the end i landed up using my walking stick at home, just to try and get around.  the truly sad part of this story is that I haven't had the need for it since January.

Missy's birthday cake

I always bake Missy's birthday cake for her. I have only ever once not done so, and that was when I first got sick in 2008.  This time around it was just as bad. I'm so exhausted and in so much pain, that having to bake a cake & ice it (something that generally takes me 2 to 3 days to do - yes I'm a perfectionist) is more than I have the mental or physical energy for right now.  Oh... and did I mention that I have to try figure out how my new oven works?!  Baking a birthday cake is not the time to test run it.

3 week lion cub

A while ago I asked Missy what theme she wanted for her party this year.  The answer?  Leaves.  How do you incorporate leaves into a 9 year old's party?!  So Hubby and I agreed on option 2...  A lion farm.  And in keeping with the theme, we went minimalistic.  A braai (barbecue) of boerewors rolls (hotdog rolls filled with long sausage) and birthday cake.  The kids got to swim in the pool, play on the trampoline and we all went on a tour.  Missy even got to hold a 3 week old lion cub.  Too cute!

But, even though we had a lovely day, through it all my pain was there.  It got progressively worse as the day went on.  Someone asked how I can continue even though I'm in pain.  The truth is, people only tend to see me when I am able to control it.  and it takes a lot to do that.  So much so, that when I get home, I tend to collapse, either into bed, or into the bath and then bed.  

This is not a pretty illness.  But I make do with what I have.