Cydney is home this weekend...now I'm trying to figure out how to tell her about my Fibro. Over the years, she's always given me a hard time about needing naps in the afternoon and not being able to do as much. Recently, she mentions my weight a lot and always telling me not to eat so much, joking about my big butt, etc. which now I'm figuring out my weight gain has a lot to do with Fibro. Anyway, I don't want her to think I'm just a fat, lazy mom. Now that I have a name for my condition, I want her to understand that it is why I am the way I am. We did tell her a few months ago about Nathan's MS and she seemed to understand that it's serious but he's ok, it's not contagious and so on...she's pretty smart.
I haven't told my mom about my diagnosis either. She knows I haven't been doing well lately and I mentioned I thought it was Fibro, but I didn't bring it up when I saw her yesterday. She can see the way I walk and how hard it is for me to stand after sitting, but I don't want her to worry.
Already hurting today...mainly in my upper body and my head is killing me. I don't want to spend the day laying around, I want to hang out with Cyd, but I also have to work a short shift tonight and need my energy for that.
I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't.
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