I've gotten so good at hiding my pain issues that several people who know me very, very well don't believe that I have Fibromyalgia. In fact, even my best friend thinks I'm "wasting resources" using the Bureau of Rehabilitation Services and "taking up someone else's spot" because I'm not truly disabled "yet" even though I have a diagnosis of Fibromyalgia. Because I'm able to work right now. Even though I need BRS to help me find work due to my disability. She thinks I'm exaggerating to BRS, when the truth is I only see her when I'm feeling well enough to leave the house. She hasn't seen me when the pain is at its worst.
Anyway. Stress and depression make the pain worse, so I do yoga. I take hot showers. Aroma therapy. Prayer. I try to stay active, but that's not always possible. I do try to stay as rested as I can, and I delegate more with the chores now than I used to.
I'm not on any heavy duty pain meds, and I've figured out that taking too much in the way of pain medication will make the pain worse even if it's only Advil or Tylenol. Not only that, but it's not good for the liver or kidneys anyway.
I've cut out trigger foods that affect my related diverticulosis and I'm starting my fifth week of my most recent phase of vegetarianism. I'm also testing being lactose-free since we're mostly lactose-free already for one of my daughters, but occasionally have real cheese. We keep real milk for my husband and two other daughters but I'm avoiding that now.
Having a plan seems to help. That's why I'm sharing all of that. It feels like I have a measure of control and will be able to say, "Yes, that worked but that didn't. I can try this next."
Oh yes, and I make sure to get plenty of snuggles with my cats. The absolute unconditional love I get from them, and wonderful feeling of their warm bodies purring as I cuddle up with them while watching TV or reading, is relaxing.