Sweating In The Middle of Winter

Last night was about 45 degrees. But, even still, I slept with the windows open, the fan on, and under the blankets because I sweating but still cold. I didn’t have a fever, I checked. It had to be really cold because Polo, who is prone to over-heating (it’s a shih Tzu thing), was completely under the blankets. Sorry Polo! Since I slept in an ice box half the night, I didin’t get much sleep, and of course I woke up being a little congested and extra tired this morning.

It’s not winter here yet but, it’s now starting to feel like it’s moving in that direction. After weeks of saying “are we sure it’s October”, the weather has finally broke and we are now experiencing fall weather.

I hate winter. It’s not even here and I’m already wishing it would go away. Winter is the season when I experience the most fluctuation of my body temperature. Continue reading “Sweating In The Middle of Winter”

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“I’m Proud Of You”

I had about 6 ideas in my head for a post. I actually started drafting one up yesterday but, didn’t get to finish since I was hanging out with my family. When I woke up this morning, this post came to me and I knew I had to write this one instead.

I’m surrounded by people who are succeeding in life and have major accomplishments. My cousin has her PhD and she just bought a house. My friend is soon to be graduating with her PhD next year, is getting ready to buy a house, and just got to the “I love you” stage in her relationship. My sister has a house, a husband/family, and is about to graduate with her master’s within the next 2 months.

Here I am a couple of months shy of 28 and I don’t have a college degree, I don’t own a house, and I don’t have a man (or even a potential). I feel like I haven’t accomplished anything. I remember having a conversation with my grandmother a while ago. She was saying how my one cousin was having a baby, my other cousin just got married, and my other cousin was buying a house. And in my mind I was like “What in the hell am I doing? Absolutely nothing.” Continue reading ““I’m Proud Of You””

Learning To Be Selfish

Sorry, I haven’t posted in almost a week. I’ve been really moving around a lot and dealing with a horrible flare-up*. Which leads me to…

I need to learn to be selfish. I like to think I’m a helpful person. When someone needs me, I very rarely say no. However, I need to start saying no more often because living with chronic pain, saying yes all the time can work against you.

This past weekend I went to a retirement party, baby shower/surprise proposal, the movies, and grocery shopping. Then Monday I went to work, did some cleaning around my place, and put away groceries. Yesterday, my body said enough was enough and I crashed when I got home from work. I “slept”** from 4pm until 5am.

Wow! 13 hours!?! Really? You must feel so refreshed and energized.

No. Not the slightest. After all of that, I still feel like I can take a nap while writing this. Continue reading “Learning To Be Selfish”

It’s The Little Things In Life

I know you’ve heard that saying before. And it really is true. The little things in life can have a big impact.

Yesterday I did something many of us are bad at doing, I cleaned out my personal email. I really didn’t start the day with that being on my to-do list, it just kind of happened.

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Hi, My Name Is Anxiety and I Like To Screw With Your Thoughts

I should be happy because now I know why I’ve been in pain for so many years but, my anxiety has been getting the best of me lately.

I’ve slowly been open about my fibromyalgia. Talking about the fibromyalgia has me talking about the symptoms I’ve been hiding throughout the years. Like I said in my other posts, I didn’t know I had fibromyalgia, I just knew I had all these things going on with me (most I’ve kept to myself). So now when I tell people the brain fog, constant nausea, constant headaches, etc. I have are things that come along with having fibromyalgia, I think they think I’m over exaggerating. Continue reading “Hi, My Name Is Anxiety and I Like To Screw With Your Thoughts”