Chronic fatigue, Flu, or Fibromyalgia?

Be it chronic fatigue, flu or fibromyalgia? Or is it a case of all three working their little duties on me.

I arrived home from South Dakota in St. Louis around 8 p.m. on Friday night. I was extremely tired. Finally after contacting Northwest a number of times, our bags were finally on the carousel for pick up. They had been stuck in the chute and they litterly had to go downstairs and unstick them. Must have been stuck good. My zipper was partially broken and my handle on the back, well, let's put it this way, that suit case found it's way to the dumpster, it will not make any more travels. It has served its purpose.

Arriving at the hotel I called my husband, and he wanted to know if I would be home early enough to go to breakfast with him. My response was, "I am going to bed, and when I wake up, then I will start home".

When I got home the sun was shining and it would have been a lovely day for us to continue on to Bloomington, Il. to pick up his truck that was sitting at the airport. OH, no he would get it later. I should have insisted. Sunday morning, he wants to go get his truck. So after breakfast we head to Bloomington, amid snow. Bloomington had at least 6" if not more. There was about 8-9 inches of snow on the truck when we got there. Having no broom with us, we used ice scrapers to clear off the truck. And we head home in this crappy weather compared to what it was on Saturday p.m.

Stopped at the service station on the south side of Bloomington for something to drink. Started for Decatur, 4 blocks from the station he pulls over. He has lost his cell phone. So we went back to the station to make sure he didn't leave it in the rest room. Called the place in Clinton where we had breakfast to see if he left it on the table. NOPE, nobody had seen it. So it must have dropped off at the airport when we were cleaning off the truck. He declared it would be ruined in the snow, and even tho we were only 8-10 miles from the airport decided he would just have to put in a insurance claim in for the two week old phone that he had lost. He would not go back to see if we could find it.

So off we head for Walmart to do some shopping. When we got to Walmart, I needed to use the rest room. While sitting there, still half ticked at him for loosing his new phone, I decided to TXT his phone a message. "If you find this phone call 217 620 2061 thank you for being a honest person" I really didn't expect a phone call, but was ever so Grateful when my phone rang and it said 1Husband....I knew it was from Bud's phone. Joe, had parked his car and found it in the snow....There are still some honest people in this world...Thanks to Joe we did not have to buy a new phone. But what we did have to do - is go get the phone from airport security.

Monday Morning, it took Bud over 4 1/2 hours to go to Bloomington and back to pick up his phone. (HE should have LISTENED TO ME ON SUNDAY) The roads were terrible. He said he couldn't drive very fast, and drove with his flashers on all the way. People would pass him and 2-3 miles down the road they were off in a ditch. Twice he was off the road on the shoulder but was able to get it back on the road before hitting the ditch.

My day here at the office Monday was very hectic. My desk looked like a tornado should hit it and take care of all of it. But I did what I could and the rest would simply have to wait. Monday night we had tacos for dinner. Going down I didn't think they tasted very good. Yet I had been so hungry for Tacos so I continued to eat them. Well, I should have stopped the minute I didn't think they tasted like they should. Part of them made their way up early in the evening, the rest waited till 1:30 A.M. and I was unable to reach the toilet in time. (Yep, missed the toilet so you can only imagine what mess I had). Cleaned up my mess, grabbed a blanket and went to the couch for the rest of the night.

Yesterday, my stomach still felt queasy from the tacos, so all I was able to really feel like is drinking 7up to keep it calm. Julie was off with 2 sick kids, and I needed to be here. At lunch I tried some noodle soup, but it didn't taste very good. By 3:30 I had it. I walked into Bob's office and told him and Mike that they would have to hold down the fort for the rest of the day I was going home, I felt Like SHIT.

I went home ate hot milk/bread soup, drank a glass of milk and went to bed. Bud put his electric blanket on my bed. I slept over 12 hours.
This morning I still feel weak but not nearly as tired as I was yesterday, but am able to work. My shoulders and arms still feel like a truck run over them, but then we are supposed to still get results from our treatments up to 6 weeks after we come back. While there I was told that I had all the symptoms of Chronic Fatigue and Fibromyalgia....Not something I really wanted to hear, but not surprising to me either. I know how tiered I have been the past number of months. And my muscles have been giving me fits for a long time. From leg cramps, foot cramps to arms that want to sleep constantly. My arms aren't asleep since I've been to S.D. but they do tingle up to the elbows when I get tired. He told me to definitely not quit Curves as I should get as much excise as possible and most definitely not stop getting my weekly massages as they will keep my muscle tone the best possible.

So, was it chronic fatigue, flu or fibromyalgia? I think it was probably all three that have had a bearing to how I have felt the past 24 hours. There is a lot of flu going around here, but most of the people who have had it only have problems for a day, which means I shouldn't feel yucky anymore. ha.ha.

I will do what I can, the rest will wait. I have never in my whole 28 years here seen anything run off because I didn't get it done. Somehow, it always stays put and waits till I get it done.

Debating where to go for lunch. Panara Bread? They have soup, might taste good with bread. Even if it is across town from here. Roads are clear at the moment, but it sure looks as tho it could dump a bunch more snow on us at any time.