Hmmm an about me page? I'm not that interesting really. Well I don't think so at least.
I am a 46 year old mum to 3 gorgeous kids. I know everyone's kids are gorgeous, but mine are very gorgeous LOL, and a grandson. Hubby and I have been married 12 years as of February and have been together for 15 years this summer. We met online (shock horror!!) and were friends for 2 years before getting together.
My first daughter (an 'on the pill' baby) is 29. 'In those days' having a baby at not quite 17 years old was a definate no-no and I shamed my parents. But I just couldn't get rid of the baby. Despite her traumatic teenage years (temper tantrums, moving out in the night etc) she has turned out alright and we get along well, although we don't see each other often as she lives 'dahn saahf'. She is a beautiful girl who does tend to live in cuckoo land, but she is so friendly and loveable.
My Son is 24 and despite the fact that he was the Demon Child From Hell (affectionaly named Satan by my mother), he too has turned into a wonderful person who really wouldn't hurt a fly. Thankfully we didn't have the teenage trauma with him. I'm sure if I'd had him assessed they would have said he was ADHD, but back then I didn't want a label sticking on him. It wouldn't change what he was and his behaviour, so I didn't bother. He was the kid stood screaming in the car park because he didn't want to get in the car. He was the kid throwing a massive tantrum in the supermarket while I carried on shopping. He was an absolute nightmare. My mum would never have him over to play, for a meal and absolutely not for the night. He was THAT bad. But when I met my hubby, my son, for the first time, had a male presence in the house and that seemed to calm him. He learned to play guitar and is now in an up and coming band locally.
And then there's the baby. Well, she's now 9 but she's my baby. An unexpected baby rather late in life. I was 37 the day after she was born. But being older seemed to be an advantage. You don't have the young mum panic 'am I doing everything right?' You just get on with it. she is a pleasure to be around. She is funny (and silly) and very bright. She is my ray of sunshine.
And me? I absolutely LOVE photography, especially motorsport photography, in particular the motorbikes. But that said, I will photograph anything. I don't have a specific Genre as I think it's too limiting for me and I tend to get bored easily, so the more I can photograph the happier I am. I also love all sorts of crafts and have tried many of them.
I was diagnosed just over 16 years ago with Fibromyalgia. I considered it to be a name for an illness because the Drs couldn't find anything medically wrong that was diagnosable by tests. I had so many tests to rule out what it could be. All were negative. Hence the Fibromyalgia diagnosis. The worst thing about that is that no one believes that you have a 'syndrome', particularly my family.
It's all in the head! It's psychosematic! You're making it up! You're lazy! You're too fat! all these statements have been made. If only they knew!
It took 18 months of tests to actually get that diagnosis. At the time, I was really bad with FMS (fibromyalgia). I had to use a stick to walk with, as i just couldn't get around properly. I thought, OMG, I'm 29 and fit for the knackers yard! Things did improve, although I had the occasional 'flare' that would wipe me out for days. Then I seemed to go into remission. It is heard of, and is wonderful when it does happen.
7 years ago, it started to come back with a vengence. At the moment it seems like it's here permenently. I feel like a zombie a lot of the time. It's hard work lugging my body around. It feels like my limbs are full of lead or concrete. It takes so much effort to get up out of a chair. Sitting up is very uncomfortable. Walking around in general gets to tiring and painful it's unbelievable and very frustrating.
It's hard on my family. It's now become a day to day battle. Some nights, my back locks up in the night. Couple that with my locking shoulder and I can't move to turn over. But it is an invisible illness. No one can see it, and from the outside I look normal.. well as normal as I can look ... sympathy dries up quite quickly from those nearest and dearest because it's a day to day suffering and they just ignore it after a while. I wish I could.
