The Simple Task.

I was left with just one task to complete before my wife returned from work today. I'd woken feeling refreshed and vibrant for a change, capable of anything.

It was meant to be a five minute job. Take down the old shower curtain and hang the new one. Twelve hooks to unclip, remove from the old curtain and attach to the new one, then rehang on the rail.

Dead easy. Dead wrong!

The pain in my back intensified as I reached up to unclip the hooks from the rail - but there's always pain in my back. I could cope with a little more for the short time this was going to take.

After unclipping three of the twelve hooks from the rail I began to get intense cramping in the thenar eminence (the fleshy part of the thumb where it merges into the palm) like I'd been squeezing a rubber ball for hours, or gripping on to a rope. Only nine more of the little buggers to unclip. Perhaps if I stood on a footstool so that my hands were level with the rail it wouldn't hurt so much. I fetched a stool which didn't quite give me the height I needed, but made things marginally easier on my hands. Three. Four. Five. By the sixth hook I had to stop. My thumbs throbbed and I simply couldn't apply enough pressure to unclip them from the rail.  Hooks seven to twelve took a further thirty minutes to unclip - I had to rest my hands for five minutes between each one. 

Now came the task of removing the hooks from the old curtain. Fiddly little things coming off and fiddly little things going on to the new curtain. Another half an hour. More painful throbbing in my hands. Thankfully it didn't last too long, after a short while the cramping diluted to a dull throb and then only hurt if I touched it - like a bruise. 

The pain has gone completely now, but it's got me thinking about how this terrible affliction is affecting my day to day life. Simple tasks, which I'd once do without even thinking, now have to be meticulously planned around the expected pain - allowing for it in terms of time taken to complete and having all I might need to hand so I don't have to go searching for stuff and, of course, in true British worker fashion, having lots of rest breaks and copious quantities of tea!

Today's task was so simple, I hadn't even thought how difficult it would be. For such a simple task to have such an effect on my body concerned me greatly. How much further will this illness take me. My doctor advises that there is no cure and that it will get progressively worse, but the rate of progression is quickening and I'm worried that I won't be able to do anything at all in just a few years. Fibromyalgia might not be a life-limiting illness, but I certainly discovered today that it's an 'ability-limiting' one.