Tag: cfs
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Learning how my muscles work
Have you ever known you were doing something wrong, but no one has been able to tell you how to do it right? I have, especially with exercise and posture. Last year I went to a migraine clinic that worked a multiple prong approach. Parts of it worked, but one part didn’t, and that was…
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Too Many Glass Balls
To reuse Amelia’s metaphor, I’ve dropped the plastic balls, which includes this blog. My slow down in posting started by me living in the moment and enjoying life and my family. I wanted to soak the good in not try to process it in words. I had the energy to participate fully in life, which…
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Riding the Rollercoaster, Again
The chronic illness roller coaster continues its never-ending ride. This time I will talk a bit about the highs and the lows as they pertain to parenting children in an age of abundant technology. I am a full believer that allowing a child the opportunity of boredom is an excellent thing. That is unless I…
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Life Changes
As a child, teenager, and young adult I was driven, confident (maybe over confident), energized, and enthusiastic. As an example, in high school I went on a field trip to the state capitol with my then U.S Government teacher. He is now a representative. While we were there he introduced me to everyone and told…
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Chronic Fatigue Rollercoaster
Chronic fatigue is a lifelong rollercoaster ride. It has ups, downs, twists, turns, and sometimes a sudden stop. Yesterday felt like the brakes were thrown on suddenly at the end of a steep downhill plunge. After years of trial and error, I have a pretty good system that keeps me functioning. I take several herbs…
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Hypermobility and Pregnancy
The last time I posted I started talking about hypermobility. I’m going to dive a little deeper into the effects of hypermobility and various aspects of my life in the next few posts I, Missy, write. I have talked a little bit about injuries due to hypermobility, but pregnancy is really where hypermobility started to…
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How I got diagnosed-Missy
Hypermobility By the time I was 5, I had dislocated my elbow 3 times. The last time I remember well. It was a few days before my 5th birthday. I was playing ring around the rosy with a friend. We spun too fast and too hard. I stumbled and he didn’t let go. My elbow…
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