Guess I should be shot!

Dave Ryan from the Morning Show on 101.3 KDWB in the Twin Cities went on vacation recently. I'm not sure where he went, but he took a plane so I'm assuming he went away to some place nice. While getting off the plane I guess he had a bit of a problem. Someone was not moving as fast as he would have liked them to. So what did he do? He tweeted...the idiot. Here's a picture of this man's ignorance.

So I'm assuming he made his displeasure known to the person moving slowly and was told they have Fibro. So he shot off this insensitive remark.

Now Dave Ryan only has about 6,500 people following him on Twitter, but it did not take long for the word to get out to the rest of us in the Fibro world.

Rumor has it he sent an email to outraged person saying it was just a joke. Well, those of us with Fibro are not laughing. Marginalizing people with such a statement is reckless and unacceptable. Bigger names than his have been fired for saying such awful things.

I'm sorry Dave you were inconvenienced. Until you walk in our shoes though, I think you should keep your uninformed jokes and opinions to yourself. Also, if you plan on shooting me...I shoot back.

Meds? I don't need no stinkin' Meds!

We've all seen the TV shows and the news stories about bipolar or schizophrenic people going off their meds because they think they don't need them anymore. There are always serious consequences for the people, and those around them. I always wondered about why people would think they would suddenly be cured and don't need the medication anymore.
Come to find out, I fell into that category, much to my surprise. Let me preface this by saying I in no way thought I was cured, and what I did was with my doctor's approval.
It all started when I caught a cold...a month ago. Lucky me, I'm on Plaquenil, it's an immune suppressor. With my RA my body thinks my own tissue is a foriegn body and needs to attack it. The Plaquenil help me by shutting down my immune system somewhat. The problem with that is I pick up little colds all the damn time. Well this one went on and on and on... I tried all of usual tricks, nothing would shake it loose. I finally called my rheumy (my rheumatologist) and he told me to stop taking the Plaquenil for a week. Happy Happy Joy Joy! I had been bitching about that drug for the last couple of month. It was making me sick, it wasn't doing anything for me, the pills make me feel funny...the list goes on. (I must interject here that my husband is a saint and listens to my complaints, gets me a glass of wine, and cuddles me in close. Never once telling me to quit bitching.)
Two days after I quit taking the Plaquenil I started to feel the cold loosing it's grip on me. The day after that I was definitely on the mend, my nose was clearing up, my cough was subsiding, all in all good things.
Then I noticed something else...things were really starting to hurt again. My wrists were on fire, my ankles were not good...uh-oh. When my RA gets bad I've noticed it triggers a Fibro flare so then everything else started hurting. So while the cold was leaving, everything else was coming back.
It's amazing what the space of a couple of months will make you forget, like pain, swelling, general malaise. :::sigh::: Turns out the pills I thought were just a pain in my ass were actually the bubble gum holding me together!! Somehow I forgot how bad it was, and thought I really didn't need those little pills. I became, to a minor degree, one of those people on the TV shows and the news...thinking I knew better than the doctor.
Well, I learned my lesson! The week was up last night and I happily took my pills and will be able to report to my doctor next week on how wonderful they are!

Inspirations and where you find them

Where do you find your inspirations? Do you even think about it? Read a little inspirational quote, smile, and move on...or do you actually look at the people and things around you and draw strength from them?
For most of my life I've been rather oblivious to the inspirations around me. Over the last couple of years though, I've really taken a hard look at my life and realized how much strength I draw from the people and things around me.
My niece had open heart surgery, 6 days later she's home. That kind of internal strength amazes me.
My friend Skylar's dad and his family are amazing examples of human determination and grit and above all love of family.
This seems silly writing it out but the one that really made me look around is someone I don't even know. Everyday, on my way into work, I see a woman walking on the back country roads that I drive. At first I didn't notice her more than just in passing. Over time though I noticed more about her. Her walk is slightly off. She doesn't swing her arm. The side of her face droops just a bit. I finally realized she probably had a small stroke at some point. I also realized that this woman walks at least 5 or 6 miles. I see her at different points depending on how early I've driven into work. Hard work and more determination than I can imagine.
All of these people, and so many more, are inspirations to me. They help me keep my spirits up and keep me moving when sometimes I just want to sit down and give up.
What or who are your inspirations?

Here's a thought...

I'm just going to quit going to the doctor. Every time I go I get sicker!
On top of the Fibro I have also been diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. It's mainly in my wrists, thumbs, and a few other pain in the ass (literally) spots. I'm on several different drugs at the moment. I'm starting to think my doctor is using me to replace all the money he lost in his 401k.
:::sigh:::
Am I depressed...no.
Am I cranky....stupid question I've been cranky since I was 8.
What I really am is pissed off and determined to wring every last bit of activity and action out of this breaking down body as humanly possible. By golly, my own body is not going to make me give up the things I want to do in my life!
So there!!

Stress even on vacation

OK, I've been drinking...so take this with a grain of salt. It's amazing the amount of stress you get even in a vacation atmospere. You don't realize how much your attitude can affect the people around you! One of my sister-in-laws (I have 4), who I love dearly, was stressing out yesterday while we were on Put-In-Bay and it made me stressed and caused a flare...I was miserable and taking so much Tramadol I was scared I would OD.
Now I understand projecting your feelings onto others, but I don't think those that are not affected by stress so much understand the impact they can have on the people around them.
So, in my slightly tipsy haze I have determined to keep my stressed out emotions to myself. There is no reason for me to project those feelings onto other people. At the same time I will ignore those stressing around me when I have no reason to be affected by it.
For those of you reading this on Facebook updates...you can see it directly at http://fibromyalgiawillnotwin.blogspot.com/
Thanks for reading!! Drink on!!

Handicap Parking

This is going to be more of a rant than a blog post...so those who don't want to watch me have a verbal meltdown, stop reading.
To the dozens of idiots who think they should have a police badge but don't,
Yes I have a hadicap parking placard. I really didn't want it, but my doctor insisted...and he was right. There are times when it makes the difference between stoping for milk on the way home and not.
Yes, I am quite young. Brown hair, no real wrinkles yet...yes I have a handicap parking placard.
No, it's not my grandparent's...they're dead. No, it's not illegal for me to use my own placard.
Yes I have a disability, it's called Fibromyalgia. I'm sorry you've never heard of it. Yes it's real! No, not all disabilities are visible. Would you be saying that to a person with cardiac problems?
Go ahead and call the police. Since it's my placard it won't bother me a bit. Really...go ahead. OK, don't but if you don't stop harrassing me I'm going to call them.
Make a face at me and if I'm in a certain mood I will make one back. I let a lot roll off, and generally keep a good attitude, but if I'm achy and tired goodness knows what will happen. Don't act surprised when someone reacts to your pissy looks.
Please go away, you're shaking my faith in humanity.
Signed,
A cranky Raven

Handshakes

I was going to write a post about stress, but that one is just going to have to wait a bit. Let's discuss handshakes instead.
Right now my right hand and wrist are throbbing. Thankfully, I have pain killers in my purse, so I know the pain will end soon. This could have been prevented if someone had taken a hint. They bring new hires around at work and introduce them to everyone. This is someone I will probably never see again and will not remember my name 20 minutes from now. Never the less, they are introduced and 9 times out of 10 these new hires want to shake your hand.
Not many people know I have been diagnosed with Fibro here at work. Mainly because I am trying to get ahead and don't want these people thinking I would not be able to do the job. I would not apply for a position I don't think I could physically handle, but I don't need the label stuck on me. I've been trying to come up with different ways to shake hands without subjecting myself to the 7 levels of hell afterwards and for the most part I've found that shaking with my fingertips works best. I might get a strange look, but the people accept the shake and move on.
Of course though, along comes a person that needs to be hit by a clue-by-four and decides they should still give the hearty squeeze and pump my arm up and down. :::sigh::: I know, I'm young-ish...I shouldn't have a problem shaking your hand Mr. New Hire, but for gods sake let go of me before I gnaw my hand off at the wrist!!
So, now I'm going to have to decided do I endure the pain and pop more pills, do I tell people I don't shake hands and get strange looks, or do I start hiding under my desk when I hear them coming around with the new people?