Chronic pain is just one of those things that is a bit tricky to manage. I know this. You know this. Our doctors know this.
I always worry about our comfort zone. How comfortable it gets. I’m not sure I like the idea of being comfortable at all. I want
I exceeded my limits a couple of days ago. I helped my dad move with my spouse. My dad is also disabled. I am disabled.
The thing about chronic illness is that it is unpredictable. We can go from managing, coping, and modestly function to… not. And after these rough
I wrote a few articles on this topic recently: Enhancing our pacing game Chronic illness and the art of pacing Pacing is exceptionally hard in
So I have been over the last week doing some Fall cleaning. The sort of cleaning that is clearing clutter before winter and getting organized.
Me: I’m going to clean the house in One day! Body: Hell no, you’re not. Me: Yep, getting started now. *Does one thing* Body: Here
Embrace the turtle, not the rabbit. That is my pain life philosophy. Or embrace the tortoise, not the hare. We won’t win the race