My Talented Son!

I'm so proud of my oldest son Spencer. He has become quite the wonderful singer.  Last week his show choir group performed at a local festival promoting the arts.  Unfortunately I wasn't able to attend because I was right in the middle of a horrible flare up (stupid fibro), but my hubby was nice enough to record the performance for me.  So here is my son singing the late Amy Winehouse's song "Valerie."

LUKE, I AM YOUR MOTHER!

This is what I get to wear to bed!

I have finally received my CPAP machine and will begin wearing it tonight.  My hubby has the same mask, so all we need now are light sabers and everything will be complete!

My Karate Kid!

My Little Man and I!

So proud of my little man.  He went through graduation this weekend and moved up from a blue belt to a blue/green belt.  He had to go through a series of movements. He had to kick his dad's hand 75 times with each leg and then punch 100 times with each hand.  His final task was breaking a board with his foot. He had to do it 3 times before he finally broke it, but he didn't quit even though it hurt. Very proud of my Shaney!

100 punches for Dad!

Breaking The Board!

Bad Day!

Woke up this morning in really bad pain.  I have a massive headache, my neck, shoulders, back, and hips are killing me.  Thank goodness I have a very capable student teacher to take over my class when the pain gets to be too much.  I have no idea what is causing this flare up, but I hope it goes away soon.  My medication doesn't seem to be doing any good today! I found this funny pain scale and thought it expressed my feelings of pain exactly! I am hanging between an 8 and a 9!

And So The Torture Begins!

I started physical therapy last week, and I thought this isn't so bad.  A few stretches, some ultrasound treatment on my hips, and some electric stimulation on my back. Piece of cake! Well on day 3, they decided it was time to add some exercises! The first day wasn't too bad. Time on the treadmill and some weird bicycle thing for the arms.  Well everyday they add 2 or 3 new exercises which still haven't been too bad. They're taking it slow because of the fibromyalgia and want to get my body conditioned to do more. 

So where does the torture begin? At the end of all the exercises and ultrasound and electric stimulation, the therapist comes in to work out the muscles that run down the side of my leg from the hip to the knee.  This is the most painful part of my body right now.  Because of the fibro, my legs feel like someone has taken a baseball bat to them.  He uses the palm of his hand and starts at the hip and pushes all the way down to the knee.  He does this about 10 times, and each time he does it I want to slap the man silly.  As soon as he pushes down the first time, I get an instant headache from the pain.  He keeps telling me that it will get easier as time goes by, but I am starting to have my doubts. We have done this for 3 days now, and each day it feels like it is getting worse.  I have to go back today and I am totally not looking forward to it.  I just have to keep telling myself that things will get better soon, and that all this torture will eventually help with my fibro pain! Positive thoughts!