It’s been an awful couple of days. When I overdo it and push my body it has a couple of new ways to fight back and force me to take it easy.
I didn’t do all that much but apparently it was far too much. It was Sunday. I was in the sound room for the second service so a little over an hour there. I came home, had lunch, did a load of laundry and left it in the dryer before meeting my mom and sister for an early dinner. I was out about 2.5 hours. Stopped home for a half hour before going to a meeting at church for 2 hours.
Looks like a grand total of 5.5 hours split up throughout the day. By Monday morning I was nauseous, dizzy, achy, and had a pounding headache. I forced myself to walk 4 laps at the church before I came home, put on my nightgown and passed out on the couch with chills on top of everything else.
I spent Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday on the couch wishing I could just die I felt so horrible. I thought maybe I had the stomach virus that was going around the church, but I never actually got sick.
Looking back over the past month I saw I felt exactly the same way after overdoing it last month. So apparently this is my body’s way of retaliating and making me rest after I overdo it. Uggghhh!
Life with fibromyalgia is never uniform. Everyday is a new symptom and new learning experience.
Today I’m grateful for:
1. I was able to walk my 9 laps this morning.
2. I’m feeling a bit better, still weak, but at least not achy and all the other stuff.
3. Morriss watched over me while I wasn’t feeling well.