Flare does NOT mean: I’m set on fire with gusto; Enraged; or my hips are getting wider (than they already are). I’m in a fibro-flare which does mean that my symptoms are loudly reminding me I’m not cured and I need to simmer down a bit.
In hindsight it’s a bit like a Marx Brothers comedy on wheels. I started out going the right way, and thought it was wrong. So I got off the freeway and got back on the wrong way thinking it was the right way, but I was wrong.
Being the “man” that I am I hadn’t asked for directions when I started out. After almost ending up in Cuba I decided to pull off the freeway and find someone who could tell up from down and north from south. I pulled into a church parking lot. Church people wouldn’t steer me wrong! And a very nice gentleman “told me where to go”.
Back on the freeway, now heading in the right direction that I thought was wrong in the first place I noticed I was running very low on gas — both the car and me. Now my adrenaline was pumping. I anxiously looked for an off-ramp that led to civilization and gas stations. First off-ramp I struck oil. I was so relieved that it didn’t occur to me that I was the only car there — the station was closed and all I had was cash.
I could go on and on and on, much like my sojourn, but suffice it to say I found an open station further down the freeway and paid $4.03 a gallon!
2 1/2 hours later I was home.
Now I’m in a fibro-flare just because of a ride on the freeway filled with more stress than my system could accommodate*
Exhausted, my whole body hurting – The price of gas is much higher than even I thought.*In many, if not most . . . or all, chronic conditions the body is chronically in a stress state. Added stressors, even small ones, throws the system into an even higher stage of red alert and symptoms become elevated. Kinda like if you’ve had an injury to a joint (body part, that is). At rest the joint feels fine but if you tax that joint, sometimes even years later, it will hurt.