If you haven't read my book, The Fibro Hand, that contains great detail at how I took the hand I was dealt in life, Fibromyalgia, and made it a winning one, I have included some details of my dealings with the syndrome on a day to day basis. If you have read it, please forgive me for repeating myself.
Before diagnoses, (which took two years) I was a very tired individual that could barely stand up to cook a three minute egg let alone engage in an intimate encounter with my husband. Grinning through the pain became a normal part of my day and a normal part of my night throughout my twenties. Aches and pains are a part of life and I just thought that as you get older, you're just supposed to expect it, especially if you were a danger-prone kid who managed to somehow damage,pull,or stress every joint possible...
Holding things grew harder when I had my new born in one hand while trying to mix formula in the other. Sometimes you can't open the can or even screw the nipple back on without putting down your starving baby to use two limp and unworkable hands. And then there was holding a coffee cup with two hands instead of one so you wouldn't spill it every morning, something I thought I'd never have to do again after mastering one-handedness at five years old. I felt like a helpless child and thought I was whining too much when I'd as my husband for a backrub before sex...
The fun grew harder when moving into positions was followed be excruciating pain. Scott and I had a long disscusion that lead him to say to me, Kim, if it bothers you-- it bothers others. Start the book and let me know when we can have some fun with the research. (Insert laugh from husband here.) And so, a book idea was born.
