Fibromyalgia

bigzippy

Ok - back to me. I'm weaning down my Ami and I'm suffering as a result. I still feel sick from the bloody things so I'm still onomeprazole (when I remember). I got woken by the insurance people trying to place 70% of the blame for the accident on my OH which we vehemently disagree with and are fighting...although I really don't have it in me for a battle :rolleyes:. MIL2B is diabetic with all the possible complications and is being obstinate and infuriating and I currently want to bop her in her sleep. I'm sick of looking at cars that are either rubbish or unaffordable, and being painfully dragged from pillar to post to look for them. I'm sick of people wanting to blame me for the fact that I am ill, and therefore skint and unsociable. I am sick of being skint and unsociable. I should've been going to a friends (that I've not seen for years) tonight for tea, but I'm skint and unsociable...and in pain...and tired from the pillar to post dragging and car looking and obsinate infuriating MIL2B...

Do you think there's a theme developing here?

So I've taken myself off to bed, laptop in hand, to retreat from the day. :rolleyes: Think it's the best idea I've had all day...;)

somebody_else

bigzippy wrote: »

Ok - back to me. I'm weaning down my Ami and I'm suffering as a result. I still feel sick from the bloody things so I'm still onomeprazole (when I remember). I got woken by the insurance people trying to place 70% of the blame for the accident on my OH which we vehemently disagree with and are fighting...although I really don't have it in me for a battle :rolleyes:. MIL2B is diabetic with all the possible complications and is being obstinate and infuriating and I currently want to bop her in her sleep. I'm sick of looking at cars that are either rubbish or unaffordable, and being painfully dragged from pillar to post to look for them. I'm sick of people wanting to blame me for the fact that I am ill, and therefore skint and unsociable. I am sick of being skint and unsociable. I should've been going to a friends (that I've not seen for years) tonight for tea, but I'm skint and unsociable...and in pain...and tired from the pillar to post dragging and car looking and obsinate infuriating MIL2B...

Do you think there's a theme developing here?

So I've taken myself off to bed, laptop in hand, to retreat from the day. :rolleyes: Think it's the best idea I've had all day...;)

Look on the bright side though, at least you didn't have a plumber set fire to your house.

Seriously, sounds like you've pretty much had enough for this week, and it's only Wednesday. I offer you a very gentle hug, and hopes that the rest of the week improves a bit.

bigzippy

somebody_else wrote: »

Look on the bright side though, at least you didn't have a plumber set fire to your house.

Seriously, sounds like you've pretty much had enough for this week, and it's only Wednesday. I offer you a very gentle hug, and hopes that the rest of the week improves a bit.

Please, oh please, let the fire story be a funny one....? Please?

I have had enough for this week... but I know there's more to come :rolleyes: I'm trying to make light of it... but I can't even be bothered to set up camp on the couch so I can simultaneously watch tele...:o

somebody_else

bigzippy wrote: »

Please, oh please, let the fire story be a funny one....? Please?

Are you laying comfortably? Then we'll begin.

After many weeks waiting, and a very long delay, the installation of my new central heating system started on Monday.

Yesterday, the plumber was doing some soldering under the floorboards in on of the upstairs bedrooms. Unfortunately, the floorboard caught light. He duly (or so he thought) put out the flames. When he went into the bedroom next to it, he discovered great plumes of smoke pouring out of a hole in the wall. At which point I think he hit panic mode. [I'm speculating somewhat here, cos I didn't put it all together 'til a little earlier on today.] I heard him come jhurtling down the stairs, out the front door (leaving front door open, 'cos I'd already explained to him that if he shut it behind him he wouldn't be able to let himself back in as it locks itself automatically) and then he came haring back again.

By this time I'm starting to smell something that doesn't quite smell like hot pipes and solder - in fact, it smells rather a lot like burning wood. So I called up the stairs, "have you set something alight up there?" pretty much expecting him to say no. Except he says "it's all right, it's all under control." And like I plank I believed him. Having emptied the fire extinguisher (for it was this that he'd gone haring out of the house to get), he then proceeded to knock more holes into the walls and started pouring buckets of water down the gap.

The real irony of this story is that the whole time there was a fire in the house, the smoke alarms didn't make as much as a peep. Once he went back to doing the soldering the bluddy things were going off every 5 minutes.

I hope that cheered you up a bit.

Tell you what - he hasn't half had to take some ragging today!

bigzippy

somebody_else wrote: »

Are you laying comfortably? Then we'll begin.
.....
I hope that cheered you up a bit.

:rotfl:HAhahahahahahahahaha I was lying comfortably - and now I'm grinning inanely. I'm soooooooooooooooo glad I asked for the funny fire story! You've made my day. :rotfl:

I presume you can now see the funny side?

Kudos on your storytelling btw. Most humourous. :T

somebody_else

bigzippy wrote: »

:rotfl:HAhahahahahahahahaha I was lying comfortably - and now I'm grinning inanely. I'm soooooooooooooooo glad I asked for the funny fire story! You've made my day. :rotfl:

A pleasure to have cheered you up.

bigzippy wrote: »

I presume you can now see the funny side?

I was seeing the funny side of it yesterday. It was actually quite serious, cos if there hadn't been a hole in the wall on the other side, it could have been smoldering for quite a while before bursting into flames in the middle of the night.

And looking on the bright side for me and my son - it means we now don't have to wait to get the holes that were already there fixed, as the plasterer took out a 3' square chunk of the plaster and lath and re-did the lot. Result!

bigzippy wrote: »

:Kudos on your storytelling btw. Most humourous. :T

You're too kind.

sharon59

Magenta wrote: »

Well, thank goodness it is not only me!!
As for controlling body temperature I have sometimes have to practically strip off to my undies in a shop or in the street when it is snowing and freezing because I am burning up and the sweat is running down my face.
This is worse than the pain of Fibro. I have to walk round with spare T shirts and things in my bag for when this happens and people are looking goggle eyed at me!!!!

I have to watch colours l wear as look like wet myself sometimes as sweat pours down face back legs etc-so hate it but really pleased to see someone similar at last!My temperature when l feel boiling is always below normal-yet if l have flu then a real temp for me is not as high as other people lve realised.how weird we are!!!!or should l say unique-sounds better!!!
you sound liike you have had a tough time of it.I have had 2 nmastectomies 2004 and 2005 -2nd was my choice-idnt feel safe and didnt want the bl**dy cance to fnish me off so decided to be one step ahead and never regretted it once since.

sharon59

loved your fire story someone else!!! never dull in your house is it!!!

somebody_else

sharon59 wrote: »

loved your fire story someone else!!! never dull in your house is it!!!

Sometimes I yearn for dull. I hate Sod - he took one look at me when I was born and said "I'm going to have fun with that one!"

bigzippy

somebody_else wrote: »

A pleasure to have cheered you up.

I was seeing the funny side of it yesterday. It was actually quite serious, cos if there hadn't been a hole in the wall on the other side, it could have been smoldering for quite a while before bursting into flames in the middle of the night.

And looking on the bright side for me and my son - it means we now don't have to wait to get the holes that were already there fixed, as the plasterer took out a 3' square chunk of the plaster and lath and re-did the lot. Result!


You're too kind.

I'm glad you did ... I was beginning to wallow!

I think there would've been an element of... well, me going berserk, really! :eek: It was only so funny cos it ended well ...and the storytelling...obv!

I'm glad that something good came out of it

And I know I'm too kind,.... I just can't seem to help it :rolleyes: