0ldhen -> RE: Fibro, school, house of 6 (6/30/2011 4:32:06 AM)
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ORIGINAL: Arturas I know you are writing tam but let tell you I appreciate your input. Please don't judge tam without remembering that fibro brings with it not just pain but a day or two or three of depression and a tendency to internalize and enlarge fairly routine issues during that time (and some time after) that she handles with ease on most days but she has enough down days that after awhile tends to keep her down unless I can pick her up, sometimes with nothing more than encouragement and a smile and a complement and much of that last is good for any submissive woman, fibro sufferer or not. Here is a link, please use it. http://www.rheumatology.org/ It is to the American College of Rheumatology. Sounds like your girl should be being treated by a Rheumatologist. There is so much out there now available to treat Fibro, to help you deal with all the numerous and varied issues that come with it. If you do not have insurance most states will grant medical assistance for Fibro, you may get turned down and need to go to a hearing, but you will win at a hearing. Only a Rheumatologist is qualified to properly treat fibro. Here is another link, please use it. http://www.chorecharts.com/ Final link, if you are really desperate, it is to Nanny 911. Send them a letter/video. http://www.parentsconnect.com/articles/child-discipline-boot-camp-nanny-911.html Now, I have Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, I've had it since I was a kid. When I was 16, I had two kids, I was working in a bar 6 nights a week (yup, illegally) going to school, and running a 120+ acre farm, while taking care of a 7 bedroom house and an ol man/Master who also worked 6 days a week. Fast forward, I graduated,worked at my job 5 days a week from 6am to 2pm 5 days a week, still worked the bar 3 nights a week, now had 3 kids, still had the farm and the ol man. My reason for telling you all of this, so both of you grasp that I DO understand it is fucking hard! But, it is incumbant on you, the Master of the house to lay out some rules for ALL the children. You have his/hers/ours/, well it only works if the same rules are in place and ENFORCED, on all of them the same. Next, Tammy, it is incumbant on you to cooperate, communicate, and help enforce the joint game plan the two of you agree on. Oh, boo fucking who, you hurt, too damn bad! I had days it took me 2 hours to be limber enough to move, guess what, you got it, too fucking bad. Either you grit your teeth, swallow your meds, get your ass in gear and TAKE CARE of Business, or you lay down, you come here, you bitch, your house/whatever stays a mess. And you, master of the house, put your damn foot down, get your girl some help, support each other as far as an agreed upon plan for your kids. Oh., yes, there are days I was so tired, so damn tired of being in pain, of fighting my bodies desire to destroy itself, you know the best cure for that, get up, grit your teeth, get to doing what needs done. Sounds like too many chiefs, including,the kids, not enough Indians. Have a couples meeting, both of you take a notebook, design a game plan for chores, a daily schedule for EVERYBODY, that includes brief rest periods for Mom, write it out. Then have a family meeting, explain what you are doing and why. Explain the chores, the rules of behavior, the consequences of violating said rules. Then STICK to them, for everybody, no excuses, no, you are not my parent, no shit period. It will be hard, it will be ugly, but once you get it going, your life will smooth out and run itself. Do I have sympathy for your pain, yup,just low tolerence for the whining about it, I do GET it, but from one who lives it to another, the longer you lay about going, I can't, it hurts too bad, the worse it gets. The number one remedy for Fibro is the same as the one for JRA, get your ass moving. My grandma used to say" When ya stop, THAT is when you really stop". She had JRA too. Guess what, she ran a farm, did all her own cooking, canning, butchering, chopping of wood, and birthed and raised 23 kids, all with fingers that looked like somebody beat them with a bat. Now, my cmail box is always open, if either of you want to talk about it. Hell I'll send you a sample schedule as to how somebody with Fibro should run their schedule to make it work. But nobody can fix the household but the pair of you.
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