Torture Tuesday (My day of Pampering)

Torture Tuesday (My day of Pampering)

**Disclaimer: None of these pictures are of me or anyone I know. They are random pretty people off the interweb I found in a Google search for images.**

Guys, I try to be understanding, you know? I try to remember that no one knows the hell we go through in our bodies but us and that it is pretty near to impossible to imagine, but, holy heck, sometimes I get so tired of being the understanding one. You know?

So here is what happened….. My best friend and I are getting ready to take a 9 hour road trip with 4 teenagers (2 boys, 2 girls) to go to the beach for a week. Now my friend will do most of the driving and the girls are going to drive their own car so we won’t all be jammed in one car. Whew! That’s a relief. I am however really worried about being able to make it through this vacay still on my feet. This is my first one of this length since I got sick. Last year we went to Hilton Head for 3 days and it kicked my butt. Anyway…. I was trying to get all my “stuff” done early this week so I could rest Wed., Thurs., and Fri., then packing up with help on Sat. I ran errands Mon. morning then came home around noon and napped the rest of the day. That left me with a ton of stuff to do yesterday!

So…. first, I needed to visit some thrift stores to look for a push wheel chair or transfer chair. I need a way to make the 300 yard trek from the hotel to the boardwalk to conserve my energy and  protect my back because walking makes it hurt. Then I was A shopping cart full with groceriesgoing to get my eyebrows waxed because EEEk!, grab a couple groceries at WalMart that only come from there,  get a pedicure because again EEEk!, pick up a prescription, get a massage/myofascial therapy to help with back pain, and go to Super Target for sunscreen, groceries that only come from there, check for clearance sand toys, stuff like that. Whew!!!! That is a lot for a girl who is only out of bed for an hour or so at a time!! So I decided to cut the thrift stores out. I had already visited a ton with no luck and Walgreens had one on sale $50 off and I had $20 reward to use, so it wasn’t too bad. Then I bumped into my Mom at the Hair salon and begged her to get the Walmart groceries for me while she was there. Grocery shopping is the worst on my back so I was very grateful to her for doing that for me. Ha! Three things off my list.

Now, waxing. As you can imagine, that is pure torture with my sensitive nerves. Fibromyalgia makes your nerves about a hundred times more sensitive than the average fdgaswfdascdascaspersons at least. Sometimes we are hypersensitive and it is even worse. Today it was bearable but barely. The stylist always laughs at the faces that I make when she pulls the strips off. I also make little screams. I apparently scared a teenager out of trying waxing yesterday. Sorry honey.  It isn’t that bad really. Only lasts a minute and much quicker than plucking. My arms are so weak though that I can’t pluck my own eyebrows anymore. I have to go get them waxed about once every 3 weeks. Okay, torture part one, Over.

IMG_1733Now on to torture part 2. img_17341.jpgThis one is not too awful bad.. Lol. Getting a pedicure has it’s good parts. Soaking my feet in the nice warm water helps take out some of the toxins in my system and just plain feels good. However, my feet are very callused and also I get the one that comes with the sea salt scrub so that isn’t pleasant. Overall, the pedicure is one of the better parts of the day with minor torture thrown in. I got my nails painted my favorite shade of blue and she painted little palm trees on the big toes in honor of going to the beach. I have never done that before.

trigger-point-therapy-nycSo then I rush across town to the massage therapist. Now she is not just any old massage therapist. She is a mean massage therapist. Lol. Just kidding. She practices Myofascial Release Therapy which she learned from the guy who came up with the treatment. jkgghjkfhgjdghsfBasically, it incorporates massage and PT and she digs right into those trigger points to get them to gthjghjkljklhjkfrelease and relieve the pain. At least that is what it feels like to a layman. I have a few pics I am going to post but if you have140527_legmassage fibromyalgia I definitely recommend you look into it. I cannot afford to go to her as much as I would like but I can always tell a difference after she works on me. It hurts like heck. Sometimes I groan or ouch or make a little squealy sound, but I really try to not be a baby about it because it really helps. It kills me though when people are like acting all jealous about me going to get a massage that is torture for me and I try to explain but they are just like oh yeah, sure…..

After all of that I finally get to go to Target (Heaven on Earth), and I really just want to go home and go to bed. I know that if I do I will have to come back out another day and do it and I already know I will be laid up tomorrow. So off I go to Target. I use the zippy cart and barely make it through.yhtyghrfg I finally get out of there and home. I have been going from 9 am til 4 pm. I lay down immediately and sleep til 9:30. I only get up then to use the bathroom when my kids wake me up to make sure I am ok. Lol Before I got sick I could have done that and come home feeling refreshed and happy and ready to tackle anything. But now I just feel like I have been hit by a truck and I could sleep for a week. I definitely overdid it. Such is life with Fibro. It really sucks. Tell me about your experiences. Do you feel like some of the things you used to love before are now torture? Can you handle massages? How do you handle it when you have to put in a full day? How do you prepare for a long trip? Leave me a comment guys. I would love to hear from you!!

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We CAN do this!!

We WILL do this!!

Now GO!!

Gentle Hugs,

Jill

 

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