It's not like I enjoy doing things the hard way--it's just that I always do. I've read that our attitudes determine our fate. Our thoughts make us who we are. Well, I don't remember sitting down one day to think: "I want to be racked with pain every day" Or "I wish my husband were a workaholic." Or "Man, it would be nice if mice took over my house." Yet, these things seemed to materialize in my life.
The mice. Oh, the mice. Cute little white footed, mice. I find it odd that these creatures, who spend the majority of their time ferreting out any morsel of food and any makeshift shelter, can not be content to live in a large, plastic aquarium, with three square meals a day--wih such delicacies as aples smeared with peanut butter, and 12 grain bread.
But, alas--they are not. From day one, when I caught the first of the tribe, they have waged rodent war against me. I would like to go into detail, but, I am afraid my tendons are hurting too much. Perhaps tomarrow. At the risk of being crude--Fibromyalgia sucks.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
In the beginning
This is my first entry into the blogging world. My name is Marie Turco-Moslemian. I am a woman who is challanged everyday with the insults of Fibromyalgia. As an artist, it is ironic. As, the thing that I most enjoy, causes the most pain. I still play little tricks on myself, trying to outsmart the pain. I usually lose. In fact, even sitting in front of the computer to write this blog, will, undoubtedly cause a very unpleasant reaction. The painting on the left is an example of some of my art. But, we need to laugh through the pain.
Anyone who faces daily, physical challenges, knows that sometimes you just have to say: "What the hell."
They say that those with Fibromyalgia have overly sensitive nervous systems, and are higly sensitve in general. I tend to agree. Sometimes our sensitvity is a crushing weight. In the last few months, my house has become a haven for some adorable Deer mice. I love, animals of any ilk. With the weather being brutally cold, the mice caught in the humane traps, can not be safely released outside. I will write more about the fate if my sweet, but troublesome visitors. But, it is safe to say, that I have once again gone overboard in my rescuing behavior. This seems to be a common denomiator with poeple with fibromyalgia. We become overly involved with everyone and everything. But, some of the nicest people you will ever meet have this affliction. I hope to write some musings with this blog and I hope you enjoy them.
Anyone who faces daily, physical challenges, knows that sometimes you just have to say: "What the hell."
They say that those with Fibromyalgia have overly sensitive nervous systems, and are higly sensitve in general. I tend to agree. Sometimes our sensitvity is a crushing weight. In the last few months, my house has become a haven for some adorable Deer mice. I love, animals of any ilk. With the weather being brutally cold, the mice caught in the humane traps, can not be safely released outside. I will write more about the fate if my sweet, but troublesome visitors. But, it is safe to say, that I have once again gone overboard in my rescuing behavior. This seems to be a common denomiator with poeple with fibromyalgia. We become overly involved with everyone and everything. But, some of the nicest people you will ever meet have this affliction. I hope to write some musings with this blog and I hope you enjoy them.
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