How the mighty have fallen. Despite living with chronic pain, I haven’t experienced a truly wicked fibro flare up for a while. I’m not sure what to attribute that to, but I guess I was just lucky. Lucky for a while. Last night I felt it coming on, like someone was laying a pain blanket over my body slowly but surely. This morning I woke up and I was cocooned in agony. There was nothing to do for it, though. I couldn’t stay in bed because I have little children plus one I needed to get off to school. My husband couldn’t take the day off or go in late because this is a crucial time for him at work. So I got up and “powered through” (I hate that phrase) and took care of business. I’m now on a sort of break, laying on the couch with a heating pad while my two youngest watch Word Party. When I feel decent, I try to get the kids outside as much as possible, or I do activities with them that we can’t do when I don’t feel well. But when I’m in a flare, we turn on Netflix.
What caused the flare? It’s hard to say. I think it was a combination of things. Last Tuesday I hit the gym for the first time in six months and I probably overdid it. Overdoing things is how I operate. Thursday I got on the scale, and that was hard to see. I was upset by the number I saw, and strong emotional responses can certainly trigger a flare up. Then Saturday night I discovered that my beloved cat, who I have raised from one day old, was urinating blood. I took him to the emergency vet where they did save his life, but the vet bill was so high I think I saw double for a couple seconds. An unexpected financial event, certainly that could trigger an emotional response as well. And it did. I started laughing. If I hadn’t started laughing I would have started crying. Laughing is better.
And finally, though I knew full well I was on the precipice of a major flare, I decided last night was a good night to do our taxes. That was a lengthy and painstaking process because our taxes are more complicated than they used to be, due to stocks that were gifted to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m incredibly grateful for the gift, it just makes doing taxes a bit more complicated and time consuming. The good news is I POWERED THROUGH and got them done. The bad news is our refund is considerably less than I expected. That wasn’t the best news, given my cat’s ICU bill.
Do you think there is any one thing that causes a flare? Or do you think it’s a perfect storm of little triggers that combine to push you over the edge? Or, do you believe flares come at random with no cause at all? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments!