John Lennon wrote “Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.” I have always liked that quote, probably because I am guilty of it at times – too much planning and not enough living. Easier said than done I guess.
It’s been over a month since my last entry where I talked about my Fibromyalgia. I truly hadn’t had a bad flare in many, many months and was feeling wonderful. So I wrote about it. And then few days later I had a physical therapy session left me looking like someone had beat me with a bag of marbles. Trigger flare. I finally got out of that flare just in time for a
two week vacation at the holidays. I had planned on spending some of my time brainstorming and planning this blog thing out (not sure I can technically refer to this as a “blog” yet), but then life once again happened.
A little background… I am a technology manager for a local municipality on a daily basis. Within the City there is an Office of Emergency Management. They are professional worriers, planning for the worst (and hoping for the best). There are two of them, so
if when situations arise, they pull in predetermined resources across the City to fill roles in a traditional incident command structure. Enter me. I am part of this “Disaster Response Team.”
So, even longer story short, we were experiencing unseasonably warm weather for Texas at Christmas. The day after was a different story. Thunderstorms, tornado sirens, and then a call from work. During bad weather that couldn’t be good. News of a tornado. We didn’t know it at the time, but an EF-4 tornado touched down in the southern part of the town. I made my way to work, and started handling Logistics, which means helping the “first responders” get resources they need to do their job.
For two weeks I worked long hours with few days off, in support of these operations. I was handling it remarkably well I thought – long hours, little sleep – and then I got New Year’s Day off, and the adrenaline wore off. My fibromyalgia flared again with a vengeance. So now, one month later, I still feel like someone beat my body with a bag of marbles and am struggling to come out of this vicious cycle.
Much like a tornado that touches down and wreaks havoc, Fibromyalgia can get triggered by a single event and then linger for awhile. “Long term recovery” is what we are calling the next phase for our city and citizens, and for me that’s what Fibromyalgia is. I may feel fine for long stretches and then something can trigger it, and I am down again. I try not to let my condition slow me down. I get up each day with a positive attitude (it could be worse), look for inspiration, and keep pushing and planning to break the cycle.
Having seen first-hand the destructive force of Mother Nature, the resiliency of those affected, and the compassion of a very large community of people, I really have a new perspective about “when life happens”.