I'm in about week three of a fibro flare up. I spent about two weeks fighting joint and muscle pain, focused in my arms. It got so bad that I couldn't get out of bed one day. Self care is especially hard when you physically cannot do it.
Just as the joint pain was starting to subside, I got hit with some respiratory crud. For most people they could power through this and shake it off. For me, sickness hits me like a brick wall and takes me out for days. It's my new reality.
It's hard for me to admit when I need to slow down and rest. I rarely do when I'm feeling well. When I'm feeling great, I am a force to be reckoned with. I am on top on everything and I can handle more than most people, both physically and mentally. When I'm sick, I am knocked out. There seems to be no in between for me these days.
I need to learn to be more proactive. I got sloppy with my diet and exercise when I hadn't had a flare up for awhile. So here I am, sick and hurting again. I'll bounce back, I always do. This post is my reminder to recommit to what I know works. I have too much I want to do to spend my life in a cycle of sickness and pain. But for now, I nap, because self care comes first.