We are always being told to find that perfect balance. I have friends who their job is to help others find that perfect balance to help them figure out how to commit time and keep the commitments. I have always been someone who once I have decided to do something goes 100% (maybe a bit too much). I don’t always remember when I should say no or rest.
I had not been getting enough sleep or exercise. My body sent me into a very miserable flare this past week. Instead of traveling 4 1/2 hours to stay with my Grandma for the weekend I decided to stay home.
My family went on their scheduled trips and I was left home alone with the 3 cats.
During those 4 days, I housed up totally in the bedroom(something I have never done). Our bed has the ergo feature, I was able to sit up, have the lap top, my cell phone, NCIS marathon, the cats to keep me company, who could ask for anything more. I stayed in the dark room except for the restroom and refrigerator. I didn’t eat well at all and def did not drink enough water. I slept so much. I honestly can’t recall sleeping so much ever.
Saturday was the only day that I ventured out of the house. I went to work, ran a few errands, took a nap, went out to dinner with a gf and back to sleep again.
Sunday was a repeat of sleeping and staying in the room. On Sunday night when my Husband came home my pain and depression was the highest I can remember.
On Monday morning when I woke up I left my bed only to end up on the couch and asleep again. I woke up an hour later in even more pain.
I began to cry and couldn’t stop.
I started to ramble all of my frustrations coming out at once. “I don’t know how much more I can take”.
I understand why altho my neighbor/friend has lost the love of his life how he is getting some relief. Someone said how she had suffered with Fibromyalgia for 30 years. His comment was he himself had it for that long as well. He hadn’t personally suffered the pain and exhaustion. But he had watched his love suffer, had been there to offer what ever help she needed, had lost sleep etc for just as long as she had. He can now do things such as cleaning and redoing the house that he couldn’t do before. Altho she was unable to physically do the cleaning herself. She was adamant that other people not do it. He must feel some pressure off his very strong wonderful shoulders.
I said it would be easier if they didn’t have to deal with all of this. Our daughter was trying to convince me via text that she should be able to bring home a puppy. I kept saying no for various reasons. I couldn’t tell her that I was lying on the floor in extreme pain, crying, couldn’t remember to take my meds, and the bills ~ ugh. Will they get worse each time? I wish I knew how to answer that question.
Once I got through the tears; I decided to get up and get dressed. I had a long list of things to get done a daughter coming home and needed to get moving.
Just the few days that I had spent in the dark room, not moving had caused me to feel worse. I know that I feel better when I am moving. The act of me getting dressed, doing the laundry, working on bills, being active helped not only decrease the pain but improve my mental state. I spent the day taking turns between doing chores and resting.
We are always hearing how we need to find that perfect balance whether it is work/play, the food groups, or active and rest. Balance may not only be the key to a happy life but a lower pain filled life.