Vlog| Travel & Fibromyalgia in Italy: What I Learned Moving to Rome.

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Travel and fibromyalgia–from everything I heard and knew before I moved to Italy, travelling was something that I probably wouldn’t be doing a lot of because of the potential negative impact it could have on my body.

Still, I decided to do it. 😉

In these videos, I talk about my decision to move to Italy, how I prepared and what I have experienced while living in Rome and dealing with my fibromyalgia symptoms.

Thank you for watching! If you have any questions, please feel free to contact me! 🙂

Until Tomorrow?

D.

Part 1: Why I did it | How I did it.

Part 2: What I Learned | What I suggest.

FMS | FibroArt Project Continues (got fibro? get life.)

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A work in progress. I am happy with it so far. 🙂

FibroArt Monday

FIBROmyALGIA by Andrea Ninetta Hernandez. Image from http://fineartamerica.com/ | Click to visit their page to see more FibroArt for sale.

I had not idea that FineArtAmerica had an entire section devoted to FibroArt. There aren’t many pieces as of yet, but what is there is great so far.

Prices for prints range from 50€ to 156€. The above is a print by Andrea Ninetta Hernandez, selling for 54€.

 

FMS | FibroArt: Got fibro? Get life. Project (“Willing to Travel”)

Latest image from my got fibro? get life. series.  It’s a work in progress, but I wanted to share it.  Any thoughts/feedback/questions welcomed.

Want to get involved in this project?  Let me know!

Happy Tuesday!

D.

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FMS | FibroArt Monday

never look away, (series: got fibro? get life.), digital media, Diedre Blake (2015)

never look away, (series: got fibro? get life.), digital media, Diedré M Blake (2015)

This is the first piece from a series that I’m working on called “got fibro? get life.” I’ve been wanting to find a way to explore the shift in attitude towards fibromyalgia and how it impacts my life.

It’s always sometimes challenging to write about your own art, so I’ll leave it here. Of course, your comments are always appreciated.

Happy Monday!

Until Tomorrow,

D.

Vlog & FMS | Funny ‘Ish’ People Say If You Have Fibromyalgia (“You Don’t Look Ill”)

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Over the years, I’ve heard a lot of interesting comments about fibromyalgia, whether directed at me or at others. Just for fun, I decided to put together a little video sketch about these experiences.

If you have fibromyalgia, then I hope you will connect with this video and have little laugh about our shared experiences.

If you don’t have fibromyalgia…then one of these character might be you. 😉

Enjoy!

FMS & CW | Things We Don’t Talk About: Isolation

Image found on eltonchizy.wordpress.com: The Cry of the Outcast (Poetry). Click to visit.

FMS & Creative Writing on Isolation

Don’t talk about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t begin to believe it…even if you experience it every single day.  What it means to be ill…until you die.  What it means to rethink to think to rethink to think who you are and can be.  Don’t talk about it.  Don’t think about it. Don’t begin to believe it…even if you experience it every single day.

I cannot speak about anyone else but myself.  I am sure that others may understand. When you are looked at you as though you serve no purpose. You have no worth. You cannot do what you used to do. You hide yourself from yourself and everyone else.  Your accomplishments amount to nil if you cannot continue to add to them.

You do not belong to belong. No one seems to hold your name in their mouths. You belong to a category of that which should be disbelieved…even if they don’t say it. You breathe it in from their absent words.  You breathe it into your self-understanding, although you don’t want to believe. You don’t want to believe your reality. Anyway, your reality is chronically wrong.

Your reality is painted by breathstrokes of waking and waiting to understand your worth.

Your worth is trapped and defined by a bed, by a line of medications toppling off shelves, by the phone that no longer rings, by the work that feels overwhelming, by stairs that seem too hard to climb…

Yet still, there is always tomorrow.  You have to believe in tomorrow because today offers little salvation.