|May 19 2010|
My doctor is researching and fine tuning his research all the time, he gives us leeway,(with our meds,) he understands, because he has IT as well. He has written two books on Fibro availableat Amazon,
and his theory is that it is not our fault, but our body trained at birth to react a certain way to stress....for many us. our childhood sex/physical abandoned type stress,
but others are type A , couldn't ever do it good enough for mom sort of stuff, and some of us are all of the above.
His theory is that we can re-train our mind to not react to stress and slowly, (he says it takes about 5 years) retrain our mind so that much of our highly charged world around us really doesn't affect us and therefore doesn't hurt us...
Every three seconds our body sends out signals to the whole body checking in to see if there is any thing wrong...if the body is tense or uptight he sends messages to the adrenals, (funny little glands on top of the kidneys( which then send out adrenalin)
....adrenalin is the chemical that sets off our flight of fight system and puts us in Kick A$$ mode....Our heart starts beating faster, our lungs start pushing O2. (oxygen) out to the body so the legs and arms can get ready, we start building up lactic acid in our muscles, and everything about us is a tightly wound mass of modern womanhood, or modern maleness, looking for whatever it is we are suppose to take apart, or kill for dinner, ( my oh my that mastadon looks yummy)
But here is the problem. There really isn't any running you do, your are at the drive through window at Mikey D's and the only running you will be doing in the next 20 minutes is the drive home through lunch time traffic.
So, Lady, you have a whole bunch of adrenalin running through your body that did not get used and now your body is trying to go back into the relax it's Wenesday and the beach and the sun is looking mighty good. So you eat your Big Mac, drink your coke, which by the way has a eaby good jolt of caffine in it to wire tyou up
AND YOU TRY TO RELAX AND IT DAWNS ON YOU THAT YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW TO REALAX.
You have worked on fast forward your whole life and your poor body is sick and tired of it and you do not know how to function without the daily rush....
But now you start having aches and pains that travel around and cannot be explain to the doctor , and he thinks you are nuts and so do your family and friends because you start calling in sick and canceling outings and you cannot remember the last Sunday you did not spend in jammies:
You have entered, FibroHell, and do not know how to get out of it. And no body can tell you anything because it really isn't being understood at the moment.
So; you think "maybe I better look into what is going wrong with my life."
And you start realizing that ..................causes your tummy to contract, and get tight,
and you also notice when your .............comes for a visit it feels wrong somehow.....
and then you go to the store to buy .............and you feel like the clerks great you like an old lady and they snicker at your music selection.
Then at home you are still feeling tense so you make a long island ice tea without an umbrella and think over how the day went and you realize you were upset, your stomach is tight, and you haven't been really breathing deeply and calmly....
So you take some Advil for your sore muscles and start breathing deeply and you realize as you do begining to get more oxygen into your lungs which gets it out to the rest of your body, and you wonder about your arms and legs relaxing and then to minutes later you notice your butt relaxing, and you forget about...........accusing you of having an affair with her boyfriend, and you forgot bout the twit in the store and you forgot about the cop that pulled you over just because he was worried about your aggressive driving....he didn't even give you a ticket because you realized that you were up tight and driving aggressively and that you could endanger other lives besides your own.
He was nice to you and you realize that this was the first time in weeks maybe months that anyone had been decent or civil to you and you suddenly start to cry because you didn't understand why you were always tight and hurt so bad and avoided people because they were always hurting you.
And as you finish your Long Island Ice Tea you decide to go to bed, without dinner because you are too sore to fix anything, but as you lie in your bed safe and secure you consider what has happened to you and you decide to put your life back together by going to your doctor and getting an appointment with your therapist whom you haven't seen in years. And while you contemplate what to tell your therapist you fall asleep feeling better than you have in years, and your last thought is that you like the way the cop treated you and you will, from now on, treat others with the same respect.
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