The muscle relaxers pull out the most horrendous parts of my personality. I yell, I'm unreasonable, and I cry. I hate who I am when I use them, so I put off using them until my pain is unbearable. I have to say I've done a good job today with not letting my mouth turn into a monster. I've avoided doing school with the kids or even being in the room with them much though. There is no way I can drive when I take a muscle relaxer, I stumble so much just going down the hall my 7-year-old won't let me carry a drink.
I cannot imagine getting through one of these flare-ups without my husband and often wonder how single people with fibromyalgia do it. I can barely make myself a cup of coffee without tears from pain streaming down my face. How do they make themselves food? Grocery shopping would be a nightmare. How do they make a living? I haven't been capable of even a very dedicated volunteer position in years.
