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Fibromylgia Comments

I have received comments from followers making a personal statement or asking for a response from myself, or anyone who can relate to fibromyalgia. When I first started this blog I really had no idea what niche I was going to follow, other than writing posts about personal experiences that other people may be able to relate to. Being a baby boomer I have plenty of things I could write about or embarrass myself with! However, I have got a very real response to all the fibomyalgia articles that I have posted here, on Twitter and Facebook. I discovered that everyone needs someone that can relate to this disease and talk to. I myself have no one to talk to so I have decided this is going to my niche. You will still get stories about myself and anything I decide to add that I feel people may like. If you would like for me to add your questions and or information in one of my posts, email me at purrfectone@ymail.com. I will only add your name if you agree to it, otherwise your information will be left anonymous. Here is one of the comments: I have also noticed the following symptoms: * shakes/tremors that tend to be worse after activity or while experiencing higher levels of pain; * nausea that seems to be occurring daily around lunchtime; and * bouts of sweating, especially during the night. Anyone else out there have these? If you have any of these symptoms you may make a comment at the bottom of this post. I myself have noticed shakes/tremors that tend to be worse after activity or while experiencing higher levels of pain. I do experience nausea occasionally along with dizziness. But not very often. I can't remember right now if I knew what may have set it off. (bouts of sweating, especially during the night.) I can attest to bouts of sweating at any time day or night! Everyone else can be freezing, but I will be sweating like an old man in the fields on a hot summer day. Oh my, can I ever relate!! I don't want my posts to get too long, so I will address this issue again later.

Remembering My Mother

It is funny how a persons life changes through out the years. Sometimes we make the changes ourselves and some are made for us. When I was 4 years old my mother died at the age of 29. Now although I don't remember it, it has changed every day in my life. I think about my mother a lot, and when I do, I miss her. I only have a few memories, but I hang on to those with all my heart. My mother had rheumatic fever and was told not to get pregnant that she may lose her life and mine. But she ignored her doctors and here I am today. She wasn't allowed to do very much so we had a housekeeper. She spent all the time she had with me. I assume that has molded my personality and helped make me the person that I am today. I was told that my mother had a good sense of humor, loved to tell jokes and spend time with her family. There was a small room upstairs in our house and as far as I can remember the only thing in this room was a small record player and children's records that at that time were bright yellows and reds. We danced in that room. She held my hands and we danced and danced and danced. I also remember her teaching me how to tie my shoes. Although the memories are few, I look at the picture of her and I sitting at our kitchen table eating watermelon and I smile. I have no shirt on and the juice is dripping down my chest but we are smiling and enjoying all the time we have left together.

My Cats "Beau and Sheik"

Everybody that knows me knows that I love cats. I like dogs, but I love cats. They are the only thing in the house that is self cleaning, except for maybe the oven, of course. I am the kind of pet lover that lets my pets sleep with me and feel offended when they don't. They look at me with great admiration and I look at them for the great pleasure and sense of love they provide. And they are great entertainment. Anyone who has a house cat knows what I mean when I say the "dash and go" game. This is where they are sitting completely still looking like they are asleep with their eyes open and in one second they are across the room like they were shot out of a cannon. This always amazes me. My cats loved the milk ring that you pull off the plastic container. We always pulled them off and threw them on the floor automatically. Most of the time you could probably round up about fifty if you crawled under the bed or dug deep enough in the closet. When we had visitors, especially the ones that didn't come over very often, or didn't have inside pets, we tried to hide them. I always felt like they would think, man these people throw their trash on the floor, how gross! One or two rings would appear during those visits if the cats liked the visitors. They would carry one over to them and drop one at their feet and look up and meow. Most of these people had no idea what was going on, so we would have to show them how to play the the "milk ring toss" game. This game got even funnier after we got a wood floor in our kitchen and family room. The cats would run and then slide........like no tomorrow. They soon learned how not to slam into the fireplace. We had a small wool rug in front of one of our chairs and when they landed on that it was like a magic carpet ride. They loved it! We no longer have Beau and Sheik. They are playing with each other in cat heaven. They are probably looking for milk rings and someone to toss them. I miss those cats with all my heart.