FIBRO Musings

FIBRO MUSINGS

Fibromyalgia - oh, what a pain.
But who can I find to hear me complain?
My body is aching, my brain's in a fog.
My muscles are weak and as stiff as a log.

 

 

Pains' shooting through me, its havoc to wreak.
Too often I find that I growl when I speak.
So many maladies are plaguing me. Were there an escape door, I'd kill for the key.

 

 

 

 

My family's indignant, they think I'm a bore.
They can't understand
that my whole body's sore.
A cloak of exhaustion is covering me.
But the mess in the kitchen is what others see.

 

 

 

 

Folks may think me lazy, unsociable, detached.
Or they may think a hinge
in my brain has unlatched.
What others think is out of my hands.
But personally: I don't think even the cat understands!

 

 

 

 

"You're looking so well" is what my friends say.
"How CAN you be ill
when you're looking this way?
With a positive attitude you'll feel just fine."
Could they be saying it's all in my mind?

 

 

 

 

Speaking of mind, what can I say!
Mine's NOT a good place for a brain to stay.
Although information goes there to reside,
When I try to retrieve it, it runs off to hide!

 

 

 

 

Speaking of hide, my keys do that well.
And when I walk in a room,
why I'm there - I can't tell!
I miss birthdays, engagements
- all to my shame.
Even missed my appointment
with doc what's-his-name.

 

 

 

 

What can I compare to a fibro night.
My husband is snoring, my muscles are tight.
With eyes wide open, my thoughts explode
Into worst case scenario overload!

 

 

 

 

Old mister sandman is no help at all.
He's just out of earshot whenever I call.
At last sweet dreams swim in my head.
that is 'til my bladder nags me from bed.

 

 

Again wide awake, I now think to pray.
And I tell the Lord all about my day.
I give myself up to His love and His care.
And the hand I am dealt, I know I can bear.

 

 

I'll change what I can and accept, the rest.
Each day I'll keep working to be at my best.
And when all's said and done,
at the end of the day
I know even with fibro, I'll be O.K.

 

 

 

Written by Sue Jones,
Author of Parting the Fog