Held Back, But Not For Long

Some days are harder than others. Some days I feel totally up for a long day of classes, meals with friends, homework and traipsing around the gorgeous campus I am lucky enough to call home. Others I am tired, sore, barely able to make it from class to class. Distracted from my note-taking, because pain is shooting through my arm. Exhausted from a night of disturbed sleep that was hard to get to in the first place. I am coping, I am managing, but not without keeping an eye on what I am missing out on.
For anyone who knows me, they know that sometimes I can be a bit of a homebody. Right now however, I spend almost every evening in my dorm, in bed, resting. For someone who likes to keep busy, and who is itching to capture everything this school has to offer, this is a frustrating reality.
This friday is the Fall Formal, but I will be staying in instead for a night of knitting and netflix, while this is way more my style in the first place, trying to explain myself to others is not so easy. Having to say "I can't today, I'm not feeling well" or "You know what, I don't think I'm up for that" is hard.
On the bright side of things however, I am going to be working with food services to improve my gluten free options in the dining hall, and I am now on the school's medical transport list, so for days when I am especially bad, I can get a ride to where I need to go on campus. Another bright light in my week is the upcoming field trip to trader joe's. Really looking forward to stocking the mini fridges with fresh fruits and veggies and my favorite TJ's staples! And yet another bright spot, in less than three weeks I will be on my way back to Ohio, with my friend from Essex County England in tow! So excited to show her the sights of Cleveland like the Art Museum. And to spend some good quality time with family and friends, not to mention some good homemade food and catching up on all my favorite shows.
Being away from home, and being sick, is probably one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Its probably one of the hardest things my mom has ever had to do to stop herself from climbing on a bus and rushing to my side to take care of me like she does so well. I am coping, I managing, but my new way of living is going to take some getting used to. This "Fibro" stuff, its just my new normal.