Another balmy Saturday. Me? Glued to computer screen with fingers on auto-type while my mind wonders about what fruit will be available in the rapidly depleting fruit section of my local supermarket.
In between finger taps, the consistent yappage of my neighbour’s invisible dog, and my acknowledgements that the world isn’t so bad after all, a random thought comes to mind. Well, not really a thought, but a memory; one that I thought was pretty useless…until now [cue dramatic suspense music here].
Yes, I know. Chickenpox is something you get as a kid, not as a teenager when everything is all about image–actually, I didn’t really care, but still–and the sight of a pimple can send even the most popular of cheerleaders into a moment of panic.
But that was soooo long ago.
It’s one of many memories I shoved far into the black hole of my mind, so much so that even when I see the resulting scars on my face, I don’t register them as having anything to do with chickenpox. It’s my defense mechanism checkmate, especially because I am into denial and apparently amazingly good at suppression.
Let’s get back to this moment though, where I am sitting on my bed and typing this post that I’d like to be less than 300 words.
For whatever reason, the words chickenpox and fibromyalgia flashed across my mind and thus my auto-typing fingers tapped them right into Google search and hit the Enter button.
Well, it seems that a lot of people have been wondering about the relationship between chickenpox and fibromyalgia, although there doesn’t seem to be a great deal of research about it.
Still, it might help to check out the links below to understand why some are wondering: