Sometimes it's not Fibromyalgia and Sometimes it is

Dealing With Fibro Tuesday

My weekend did not go as planned.  Things were going smoothly on Friday, well except for the fact that I was unmotivated and I didn't get as much laundry done as I had hoped.  But hey, sometimes that just happens.  Otherwise the weekend was shaping up to be great.

Then all of a sudden on Friday afternoon my heel started hurting.  I injured my heel about 9 years ago but at that time I had a baby, a 2 year old and a 6 year old.  Who has time to see a doctor?  It hurt but I could still walk so I figured it would heal.  It did seem to heal but often slips (I really cannot explain it any better than that- it is one of the yuckiest feelings).  But since the slipping is just a gross feeling and really doesn't hurt, why bother having it looked at?

By Friday evening I had to hobble around the house.  I couldn't put my heel flat on the floor.  The pain would shoot through my foot and up my calf.  I hoped that by resting it that the pain would go away but letting it rest actually seemed to make it tighten up even more.

Then, while I was trying to cook dinner, fibro fog crept in.  Well that is my excuse and I am sticking to it :-D!  I was roasting a chicken for dinner and it did not want to get done.  Finally I stuck the thermometer probe into the chicken, left it in, and stuck the entire thing back in the oven (it was made for that type of use).  The timer finally signaled that the chicken had hit the right temperature so I pulled the pan out and set it on the oven.  Then I did the most stupid thing in the entire world.  I grabbed the thermometer probe with my bare hand.  The one that had just been in a 400 degree oven for the past 20 minutes.  The one that is all metal.  The one that was screaming hot.  Once the probe had nicely burnt my hand, I realized what was happening and threw the probe onto the floor.  I ran to the sink and started pouring cold water over the burn.

So here I was- I nicely burnt hand (well three fingers were nicely burnt) and a bum foot.  My wonderful husband carved the chicken, got the rest of dinner around and I sat down to eat left handed (I am right handed).  Then I hobbled to bed with an ice pack for my hand waiting for the pain to subside from the burns.  My weekend was not turning out as I had hoped!

Saturday morning came and thankfully my burns were not bothering me.  I wish I could have said the same for my heel.  It was worse than ever and I had to hobble around the house.  After running some errands my husband suggested running to the med center to have my heel looked at (as he put it, we were half way there, we might as well).  After a long wait in a germy waiting room (everyone seemed to be very sick waiting to see a doctor) and a long wait in a room sitting in a wheel chair the verdict was-- my achilles tendon was very, very tight.  Probably my heel injury never healed correctly and so this was its way of telling me something is not right in there.

So after two days of ice and some medication to take down the swelling, I am hobbling a bit less.  My hand is on the med and the fibro fog seems to have lifted for the moment (well somewhat, I have had a couple more incidents that I would like to blame on the fog).  So sometimes it is fibro and sometimes it just isn't!

Thanks for visiting me here on the hill- come back and visit again soon!