January 2, 2009

Well, Thursday was one of the days when my fibromyalgia kicked up, and I didn't feel good all day long. I was soooo looking forward to my long weekend. My long weekend got started out wrong when I walked in after work on Wednesday, and Butch was on the phone and stayed on the phone with what I could tell from his side of the conversation was chatter. It made me mad, because I could tell that it was a family member, and I felt like that was extremely rude on both parts. When I have been on the phone with my mother, my sister, my daughter, or any other family member that called just to talk, and not for some sort of necessary family notification and he got home from work, and a lot of times when he just went out and came back, I, without fail, will say that Butch is home and I need to get off the phone. I just think that staying on the phone when it is not a necessary phone call like that is rude on both parties part. I have not changed the time I get home from work in ten years, ever since I went to first shift. With the exception of last year when I took classes at UAH, which meant I got home anywhere from 5:00 p.m. to 7:30 p.m., I have had the same arrival time for ten years. Now, last year he couldn't remember what day I had classes, much less what time I was supposed to be home, so I didn't feel the same way about him being on the phone when I came in. The time I get home is one that is standard to the work week, and is my habit. Butch, not working, is home all day long and unless he is at the doctor's office, he can be reached by phone. Wednesday was a VERY stressful day at work, and the last thing I needed to hear when I got home was more chatter. It is bad enough that Butch doesn't usually feel like talking to me, and expects me to understand that he feels bad, but he normally will talk to whoever calls, even though he usually fusses when the call is over about how he didn't feel like talking anyway. Because of his hearing loss, he has to have the tv on LOUD, so that means that I get home and the dog, the tv, and the chatter just got all over me. When he got off the phone I told him how rude I thought it was for family to call at the very time I was getting home from work, when there is no question about what time that is, just to chatter when they could do it when I'm not here. As a matter of fact there were some things that I felt like I needed to tell him, and two different matters that he had asked me to check on while I was at work, but you know what, I haven't even felt like mentioning them so far. Add the stressful day to my stressful homecoming, and whatever someone chooses to think about the fibromyalgia, every joint in my body hurts, and YES, I DID take all of my medicines. As per the rheumatologist, one of the problems with fibromyalgia SYNDROME is the fact that what works one day will not work another day doing and taking exactly the same thing. So, I was in a bad mood when I got home because I felt bad, it was a holiday eve, and I had two separate callers get ill with the PD because we couldn't provide them off duty officers on short notice for security; had a funeral escort mess-up on someone's part which scheduled two escorted funerals at ten minute intervals, when there has to be a 45 minute break between funerals, being involved in a disciplinary matter with a police officer whose actions have caused me extra work, and the rest of things that are normal to having to move to another person's desk and handle their work, and miss doing yours. This happens whenever my co-secretary is out of work for any reason. But, in order to make things work more smoothly, I went in to work an hour earlier than I had to be at her desk, and had to go back to my office to distribute mail and handle some things when I got done for the day at her desk. A ten hour day. So, my evening was going to be my start to unwinding, but wasn't, thanks to that phone call, and I when I saw what the tv was offering for the evening, I just grabbed a book and went to bed to read. Hoping I would get up in a better mood yesterday morning, and finding that my body wouldn't cooperate. I did manage to mend one of my best jackets that got torn in the dryer. I did do some other mending, and started making two pillows, and we went to get me a new phone. Butch had to get a new one last week because he washed his the day before Christmas. He got a new updated RAZR phone free with the 2 year extension of the contract, and he suggested that I do the same because my RAZR keeps dropping calls. So we went and looked and I checked the Palm, the Blackberry, and went back to the RAZR. I don't text, I don't have my phone connected to the internet for messages or IMs, so I don't have to have all the bells and whistles. I like and am used to the RAZR. The only problem I found was that I'm having trouble using Motorola Phone Tools with the new phone to download ring tones, and my phone cover doesn't fit. Minor setbacks, I'll work them out. Now, it is Friday, and I have to do some major reorganization and start my resolutions. I start a weight loss group next week, I have Excel computer classes and a rheumatology appointment, I have vowed to read the Bible every day, meditate more, write in my blog more, go for a walk with the dog at least 3 times a week, cut out sugar, white flour, and cut back on processed foods and red meat. Enough rantings and ravings, and we've discussed my 'issues' now, and Butch said I was out of line and shouldn't have taken out my bad day on him. Oh well, so he thinks I was wrong in this, and I think he was. I guess it is good that I wrote it down. Maybe now, I can let go of some stuff that just gets under my skin, go make a Weight Watchers-type breakfast, and get to organizing.