Thursday, February 6, 2014
Feelin sorry fo myself
Boy oh boy. Time flies while you're trying to deal with Fibromyalgia. Looks like I've let this blog go. Basically I forgot all about it. Maybe I'll start posting more, sharing my woes, to me, ha ha, since I'm my only follower.
Fibromyalgia has turned me into a little old woman hermit. I think my kids think I'm a bother, funny cause that's what their dad thought. I'm sad that they've learned that trait. So when I want to see them or talk to them it's me that contacts them. Oh, I should back track. Sometimes Sam calls when he needs a ride. I'm thankful for that and I love when he does that. But the last time he did, my car wouldn't start. And then I went in the house and cried, and really didn't have the energy anyway. Damn Fricken-myalgia. Ain't nobody got time fo dat ! ( Sorry I just can't help using that, been watching to much Tamar Braxton ) . I think there is a black girl inside of me. And SHE is a diva ! It's just nobody gots time fo me to be a diva.
To back track again, Lora is the child who does call or text. Whoops, fibro-fog. I need to live closer to Lora. I'd get to hang out with Cole and Maddie, and Lora is a fun girl I'm really proud of her.She is a great mom and a kind person.
People tell me all the time how great my kids are. They are kind and considerate, and well-loved. And those people say " they learned that from you." Ok, I'm feeling better now. I guess things aren't that bad. I just don't think they get how hard my life is, but then again I don't think I really tell them.
Back to the story of when the car wouldn't start. I thought the battery was dead. It wouldn't start because I didn't have it in park. Who forgets to put their car in park ? Me and my fibro-fog mind!
Fibromyalgia has turned me into a little old woman hermit. I think my kids think I'm a bother, funny cause that's what their dad thought. I'm sad that they've learned that trait. So when I want to see them or talk to them it's me that contacts them. Oh, I should back track. Sometimes Sam calls when he needs a ride. I'm thankful for that and I love when he does that. But the last time he did, my car wouldn't start. And then I went in the house and cried, and really didn't have the energy anyway. Damn Fricken-myalgia. Ain't nobody got time fo dat ! ( Sorry I just can't help using that, been watching to much Tamar Braxton ) . I think there is a black girl inside of me. And SHE is a diva ! It's just nobody gots time fo me to be a diva.
To back track again, Lora is the child who does call or text. Whoops, fibro-fog. I need to live closer to Lora. I'd get to hang out with Cole and Maddie, and Lora is a fun girl I'm really proud of her.She is a great mom and a kind person.
People tell me all the time how great my kids are. They are kind and considerate, and well-loved. And those people say " they learned that from you." Ok, I'm feeling better now. I guess things aren't that bad. I just don't think they get how hard my life is, but then again I don't think I really tell them.
Back to the story of when the car wouldn't start. I thought the battery was dead. It wouldn't start because I didn't have it in park. Who forgets to put their car in park ? Me and my fibro-fog mind!
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