heart ornament

Photo by paul henman

Are you surviving the winter? Every year I wonder why I don’t move to California. I hope everyone is having a good week. I had a flare-up and too much to do, but I’ve enjoyed hanging out with my dogs and watching Christmas shows. Here are a few of the stories I read and found notable this week.


Doctor Who and Donna

When in doubt, always ask yourself WWDD? (What would Donna do?)

Tis the season for exhaustion! I’m kidding, but like a lot of people with fibromyalgia or other chronic illnesses, the extra energy the holidays demand can be challenging. I know tis also the season for some other pretty cool stuff. Like love, light, friends, music, tasty food and good will toward men, ho ho ho, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings and all that. It’s just so easy to get overwhelmed by it all.

Every year, I go crazy pinning custom decorated trees, fancy champagne drinks and ornate gingerbread houses to my Christmas board. (I’m a dreamer, people!) It’s a fun and harmless way to fantasize, but when it comes to the real life, my holidays have to be a lot more down-to-earth for survival purposes.



Photo by alex brown

Welcome to the weekend with a roundup of links I found notable this week. Happy Black Friday! I hope you celebrated by staying home and lying on the couch, like I did. 





I’m thankful


Photo by zadi diaz

I’m most thankful for my wonderful husband, who is supportive, loving, willing to stick with me for the long haul and who does amazing things like spend hours on Thanksgiving troubleshooting and doing updates on my mom and sister’s computers.

I’m thankful for my family. I was reminded again today at dinner how lucky I am to have people around me who know and accept me, flaws and all, and still treat me like I’m something special.



Photo by pdomenick

My hip is all messed up. So I went to an orthopedic doctor this week for what turns out to be extra-articular snapping hip syndrome and accompanying bursitis. I’ve had this thing for over two years, but I’d gotten so used to being in pain that it took a while before it registered with me that I was actually hurt. Even after that, I didn’t go to the doctor for a long time.

I’m starting to wonder why I do that. How many other kinds of pain and cues from my body have been masked by my everyday fibromyalgia pain and the magical thinking that I can heal myself by doubling down on my efforts to pretend it isn’t happening?