This poem was in the Fibromyalgia Network news elert for April 2012. I too sometimes forget who I
am, that I'm more than this illness. I think as this poem says so well, the worst thing for me about fibro
is never knowing what tomorrow will bring. When someone asks me to go somewhere or do something I
always have to do a mental and physical scan and ask myself,"How do I feel? Will people be ok if I cancel
at the last minute? Is there somewhere I can get away by myself for a few minutes? Will it be very noisy?
What kind of food will be served?" And the list goes on.
By Hannah Hill
As a Fibromyalgia sufferer I do not want your sympathy, I just want you to understand who I am because I may forget.
Yesterday I may have been limping, today I may be skipping, tomorrow I may be having a sofa day.
Yesterday I may have been on top of the world, today I may want to stay indoors, tomorrow I may not be able to get out of bed.
Although my pain is all over, yesterday my leg may have been hurting more than my arm, today it’s my head, tomorrow it may be my back.
Yesterday I was able to make a three-course meal, today it’s a frozen meal, tomorrow it’s jam and bread.
Yesterday I climbed a mountain, today I may manage a mile, tomorrow I may manage a smile.
Yesterday I may have been engaging in great conversation, today I may forget my words, tomorrow I may have forgotten we spoke.
It's not easy living with Fibromyalgia, even harder when others do not understand you!
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