Fibro Hangover

It is not the clear-sighted who rule the world. 

Great achievements are accomplished in a 

blessed, warm fog. 
Joseph Conrad 

I am indeed in a fog but it's not blessed or warm.  Just a fog of ache and pain and the overwhelming need to sleep a bit.  Like 37 hours or so.  Fibromyalgia is like that, especially when I pretend THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH ME, I'M FINE, THANK YOU, I CAN DO THIS, I'M JUST A LITTLE zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............

There's usually a little something that comes before the fog; not always, but usually.  Maybe less sleep, maybe going full throttle instead of coasting a bit, ALWAYS conveniently forgetting the fact that I have fibromyalgia and that my body can no longer do what my spirit tells it to.  I mean I've only lived with it for 18 years.  I guess I'm a slow learner when it comes to stuff I don't want to learn.

At least I had fun before the fog rolled in.  I spent the weekend with Debby Schuh.  Debby was in for CHA and taught 3 amazing classes at C3 and a great and creative time was had by all.  I felt the fog rolling in Saturday morning but I tried my very best to ignore it. Oh I am SO good at ignoring it and barreling ahead.  I wasn't going to miss a second of the fun and learning and creative energy.  Yes, my inner child is a four year old who needs a nap.  So I finished the last class Saturday afternoon and went home and crashed.  You may recall that Saturday was my wedding anniversary?  Yeah.  It was a glorious celebration of me sleeping and Steve reading the paper.  I have vague memories of a wild and crazy and spontaneous (and much younger) couple from years ago, I swear.  


Anyway, I was dragging Sunday and feeling a teeny bit better Monday so I did the logical thing and painted the closet in my studio.  Logical in the ARE YOU INSANE kind of logic.  It needed to be done so I could finally complete the  studio and it's just a closet, right?  How long could it take?  Drum roll, please: 4 hours.  That's right, folks, 4 miserable hours.  The closet paint wasn't the same stuff I used on the walls. I bought a gallon of ooops paint in a light blue for $5. I've learned that ooops paint is awesome only if it has the primer built in; otherwise it doesn't cover well and it smells and gives out headaches for free.  I also learned that the investment of smaller paint rollers for an enclosed space is definitely a wise decision.  By the time I was done wielding big painty wall rollers in a tight little area I had more paint on me than on the walls.  But the most important lesson I learned was that the $400 estimate to paint my studio was a BARGAIN. Painters earn every penny they charge and the room would have been complete in one day. Seriously?  I don't know how that's even possible but I won't be painting rooms again...famous last words. I'll post photos of the studio once everything's back in place, but here's a sneak peek of one of my favorite areas; I'm a pro at making the most of the space available:

Formerly unused space behind the door.
The color is Behr "Honeydew."

Somewhere in the chaos of the past few days I completed a custom order for Beth.  These are a set of Altered Art Blocks for a friend's 40th. birthday and I hope she adores them!

In spite of how lousy I feel, I guess I have accomplished a few (great?) achievements in my current fog: I took some awesome art classes, celebrated 33 years of wedded bliss, finished painting the studio, and finished a custom order.  


Time for a nap.