I think that at 71 I'm probably the oldest one here. Since my fibro began in 1972, I've probably had the most experience with it.
Let me tell you what the state of fibro research was like then: nonexistent. My doctor told me to take 2 aspirin every 4 hours, setting the alarm clock so I wouldn't miss my middle of the night dose. He said I would know I'd reached the correct dosage when my ears started ringing.
Today, we know that fibromyalgia is a very complex disease. It needs a many-faceted approach to treatment. Some of us do well with physical therapy. Some of us are hurt by it. Many of us need the assistance of a behavioral therapist to find ways to cope with our new, less than perfect lives. Some of us are doing just fine without it.
It's the same with medications. Some of us have found--many of us the hard way--that we just cannot use any. Others get unbelievable improvement with them. The good news--again--is that there are now many different medications and even many different types of medications that have the potential to help you.
In the past 42 years, I have tried every one of the "latest fibromyalgia treatments" as it came out. Because my most noticeable problem is spinal pain, I have had an electronic nerve stimulator implanted--and subsequently removed. For 15 years, I got nerve blocks every 3-6 months. In the past year, I have had radio frequency ablation, first on the right side then on the left. Before RFA, I was unable to stand for 5 minutes without pain. Now, I can stand for 30 minutes without back pain.
In 1972, it would have been unthinkable for those of us with chronic pain to be prescribed opiates. These strong painkillers were reserved for those with cancer and/or the dying in fear that we would become addicted. I'll never forget the day in 1997 when I applied my first Duragesic (fentanyl) patch. The doctor said it might take a day to feel the full benefit. Maybe so, but in 20 minutes I had this wonderful sensation that "everything would be all right." Today, my doctor alternates between these patches and oxycontin to avoid having to increase the dosage as my body gets used to one medication.
But the best news is that Big Pharm has brought us Lyrica, Savella, Neurontin, and a host of other medications targeting our fibro. And they are still working on others that may be even more effective and/or less apt to cause side effects.
If you are newly diagnosed, thank God that you are hearing this news today. There was never a more promising future available for those of us with fibromyalgia. If you are an "old timer" like me, I hope your current regimen is working for you.
But perhaps it's not. You may be doing the same things you did 5 or 10 years ago. They made your fibro a little more tolerable, but life is not exactly great. Please find a neurologist or rheumatologist, or pain specialist, or other doctor who is willing to work with you. Explore the options open to you. There may be a treatment or combination of treatments that can make your life. . . . well, not great, but better. And know that, if this is not true for you today, it could very well be true tomorrow.
Today was just as damp, but everything is better. I jumped the gun with the lower dose pain patches. A quick call to the pain clinic and I was able to go back on the old 25 mcg./hr. dosage. Like MiMi I was able to sleep last night! Today I was able to change/wash the sheets, make a big pot of chili, grocery shop, and pay the monthly bills! There was a little pain by supper time, but what a difference.
Lou, I envy you the new kitchen, but, like you, I'll have to get a new microwave. The turntable just stopped. Something happened to the spindle that the whole thing turns around. It's probably a $2 part, but nobody takes microwaves apart to fix them--at least I don't know of anyone who will do it.
DH was super busy today, too. He moved 50 big bales of hay off the field. This is poorer hay that we sell to people who have goats. They love that hay. Our cows turn their noses up at it. You can almost see how huffy they get if DH feeds them the inferior stuff.
We were watching "An American in Paris" an hour ago when our housecat Fritz started chasing a bird around the house. Unfortunately Fritz caught the starling before we could rescue it and throw it outside. Now we're trying to figure out how the darn thing got inside. Quite a mystery.
I still think our elder son is getting engaged. You always know when your kids are hiding something. You can usually tell whether it's something good or not. And this would be a wonderful secret. The girl is so nice. And, unlike me, she fits right in on the farm. Time will tell.
Here's hoping that all of us here have a great, pain-free weekend. And remember to do something each day to make yourself smile.
Gosh, I hope you are all doing better than we are. You are good people who deserve better things.
Well, it's here. Cloudy, damp fall--and my annual Fall Flare. It's so disappointing after the R F Ablation, and the hip replacement, and 2 months of no flare-ups to have the same old, same old back. I know I should be thankful to have had those 2 wonderful months, and I am--truly. But I am still so depressed at the thought of the chance of being in flare until the first snowflakes and crisp, dry, winter air. The flare came before the mood, as I am taking daily walks and enjoying our beautiful hillside. It is in peak color now and just glorious.
DS and his current GF are getting closer. They took both families out to dinner Saturday, and I expected to hear an engagement announcement, but none came. There's something going on there, though. Those two light up with an inner glow when they are together. Time will tell.
Our younger son is visiting. When he goes back next Thursday, he will be moving from his group home to a supervised apartment. He's been waiting for 2 years, so he is very excited. Hopefully, he will call home or ask for help from his staff if he gets self-destructive thoughts--before he hurts himself again. He lost part of his esophagus and stomach when he drank toilet bowl cleaner. Next time he might not be so lucky. If you pray, please pray for him. He needs it.
Here in W NY we are having Indian Summer weather although we haven't had a frost yet. Warm, sunny days with bright blue skies are followed by cool, crisp nights. DH asked if I wanted a fire last night, and like a fool I said no. (It is supposed to be 75 today.) It's almost 11 this morning and still sweater weather--inside the house.
Last week I spent $300 on repairs to the Caravan with the news that it needed another $300 ASAP. I've been itching to buy a new car. $300 is one month's payment for the Honda Fit we got Monday. Wow! I can't believe all the bells an whistles that are standard on vehicles today. Would you believe a backup camera? A warning light if the tires need air? A message when the car is halfway to needing servicing and another when you should probably make an appointment? And this is for a tiny Honda Fit! It's quite an adjustment for me, since this is our second Caravan. However, I am a little person--not like on TV, just 5'2"--and it is so nice to be able to reach all the controls without having to r-r-reach.
We picked up the second DS while we were in Rochester on Monday. He likes the new car, too. Wants us to go to town every day. Not going to happen. (Even though the energy lights surrounding its gauge says I'm doing things to save gas all the time.) I drive 10 miles to town when I need to, not when I want to. DS is used to going places all the time in the big city of Rochester, NY. He forgets that life on the farm is a little different.
Still have mild pain in the back at chest level. But it is such a relief to have so little pain! God bless the pain clinic and radio frequency ablation! I thank Him for this boon every day.
It is my sincere wish that every one of us here can find a time and place with minimum pain. If you are not there now, keep working on it. It took me 40 years, but for most of those years the tools just weren't there. Do not settle for half a life. Find a way to live yours fully!
MiMi, I rarely shop in stores anymore. I've found basic jeans with elastic waistbands at Blair. They aren't stylish, but they are comfortable and last forever. And they're cheap.
Whenever possible, I do grocery shopping at a little store that is part of the same group as a local supermarket. They have the same sale items most weeks. What a win--win.
There are some things you have get in a real store. I try to get them on Monday and Tuesday. Even malls are doable on a Monday morning!
I had to have 4 TrPt injections yesterday--my first since July. I actually wore a bra (instead of camisoles) and found there were TrPts where the back of the bra band hit. I never knew they were there. Hopefully, this is the end of them. Like any "shots", they are sore today, but will be better soon.
I think DH got the last of his hay baled today. Goody! We actually ate dinner at 6 with everyone there on time. As the song goes, "Happy days are here again!"
My second pregnancy was difficult. The boys are only 14 months apart, so there was no chance of taking it easy even when the last 6 weeks were marked my uninterupted "false labor" every 4 minutes lasting about a minute.
We thought that the joyous birth day would make things better, but our bundle of joy woke up every night at 1 a.m. and stayed awake, crying, until 6 a.m.--our normal time to get up. This lasted for a year. By then I had fibromyalgia.
But, since we are talking about 1972, there was no name for this strange malady. Finally, in 1990, there was a diagnosis. Things are not great, but they are better than they were back before diagnosis.
It may take a while to find the meds, stretches, and other aids tho make your fibro become a gentle roar instead of a loud one that interferes with your life. Please be patient. It often takes 6-8 weeks to know whether a medication is a help. It may take a lot less time to find that one brings intolerable side effects. It is frustrating to both you and your doctor.
As to going on disability, don't do it until and unless there is no way that you can continue to work. In 1972, I was a H.S. grad with few prospects. I raised 2 sons, earned my A.S. in Chemical Technology, my B.A. in Biology, and a M.S.Ed. I spent 11 years helping adults earn their H.S. Equivalency diplomas. I was a farm wife with all that entails. And all of this was with fibromyalgia.
I am not trying to brag. I am trying to show that it is possible to have a full, meaningful life with fibromyalgia.
There came a time when I couldn't cope with the physical demands of my job and the fibrofog interfered with the effectiveness of my teaching. I went on SSDI. There hasn't been a day since that I haven't missed my students. (SSDI was 1/3 of my teaching salary, too.)
Give yourself and your doctor a chance to see how much better your life can be with proper management. Then decide about whether you can work or not.
You are about to learn many things about yourself, your body, and your courage. Keep an open mind. Listen to your body. Learn when to rest and when to keep going. Try anything your doctor suggests. And live your life.
I don't exactly know what axle boots are, but I do know the old Caravan will be getting 2 new ones tomorrow. Hope it doesn't cost too much, although I got PLENTY from the original warranty when the engine was replaced 2 days before that warranty ran out.
The road salt that lets us keep going on snowy winter days does a real number on a vehicle's metal parts. To make matters worse, the dirt roads are wet down with salt water to keep the dust down. It helps, but there is still a lot of dust--all of it carrying more salt into the car's nooks and crannies.
We got 30 of those great little "Sugar Baby" watermelons out of the garden today trying to save them from tonight's frost. Last year there was only 1! The cantaloupes need 2 more weeks of growing time. We covered them with blankets, but I don't think they'll survive. Some years the first frost is Sept. 1, so we're really lucky this year.
Hope you are all lucky too and have a great Friday and a wonderful, pain-free weekend. And that nothing breaks down for anybody!
Leave it to a few damp, rainy days to bring on the fibro-flares! Hope you've seen the rest of that and have some nice, sunny days to dry out, warm up, and get your optimism back.
How about instead of confessing to sins, you just dream up some nice, juicy, outrageous, fun ones. If I ever knuckle down and write a book, it will be about the ways I almost killed my first husband (in my dreams!). The title would be: "Killing (first name) (last name)." And that was 50 years ago!. My actions were true to my sweet, wonderful, nice self. The fantasies were different. Try it next time the fibro pain is bad. What a distraction.
I had a 3 month old machine that drained less and less with each wash. Finally, it decided to keep filling. This does not work for any washer--especially a front loader. Luckily the repairman found a washer that had never been put on the washer. Temporary plastic guards had worked for a while, then given up the ghost. If I had called earlier-- before the flood--the repairman would not have known what to do. The overfilling was his clue! Mine was all covered on the warranty. Hope yours is too.
Cory, from the poll so far it looks like panic attacks are hard to miss. I know mine weren't. I thought it was a heart attack. So did my doctor. One night in the intensive care unit proved otherwise. Hopefully they are all in the past for all of us.
We expect a frost tomorrow night, so I'll be in the garden trying to rescue whatever I can tomorrow. Wish me luck. It's been years (almost 20) since I could do anything in the garden without a major flare.
Hope all of you stay frost free, safe, and in good control of your fibro.
Good luck dealing with the doc on Monday. Having your support group with you is a great idea. These are witnesses to your life and the effects your pain has on it. It will not just be you seeking some type of relief; it will be you and your friend and hubby.
I have found that for continuous relief round the clock there is nothing like fentanyl (Duragesic) patches. The generic ones only last 48 hours for most people. A good pain doctor will know that and prescribe 15 to last your month--not 10. I can only tell you that within 20 minutes of applying my first patch--long before the theraputic window should have been reached--I had this overwhelming knowledge that everything would be all right. And it was. Level 7 or 8 pain simmered down to level 3, and I could live my life--gently, of course--again.
My hope is for you to find this kind of relief.
P.S. I've also had nerve blocks, 2 hip replacements and a revision, and most recently radio frequency ablation in my quest for a better life. The RFA has made a major change in back pain and was aided by July's second hip surgery. Keep looking. Keep fighting. Find your own way. Just be aware that you may have to go to plan C or D or even X down the line.View Thread