The Fibrochondriac

My friend over at Small Town Small Times recently  tagged me for a meme. It wasn’t that recently…but it’s taken me a while to get over my issues and engage my brain.

What’s a meme? The definition in the Wikipedia reminded me of  the term “going viral” and has some similarities to those chain letters from back in the day. I’m up for the challenge.

However my friend included in the request that I write this meme within Wordpress. This is because I posted about trying to blog in this teeny tiny box provided by Wordpress…it wasn’t working for me. See what I get for running my mouth?

Well I can do it, but I think I’ve found a fun new toy to do my offline blogging in. It’s called Blogjet. I’ll play with it some more and then perhaps review it. It has nothing to do with fibromyalgia. Well, except if it makes it easier to blog…well, you get my point.

Okay, first I’m supposed to tag seven other bloggers for this meme. Do I have that many blogger friends? Let’s see…

• Fibrohaven–who has just gone LIVE on her domain! She’s on a roll!
• And my darling son at q’s stranger happenings
• Jenn at fibrologie
• Raven’s Caw
• Journey Through Thyroidlessness (hope you’re feeling better soon!)
• Fibromyalgia is Not My Life (Right on!!)
• What the Heck!

Yep, I have blogger friends. That makes me happy.

Okay, ladies (and gentleman) I’ve now laid the award on you. Your turn. Oh wait…I still have to make a list of my personality traits. Oh my. Why? I know my son is going to call me out on some of these…we’ll see. But here goes:

Enthusiastic–I was the “head cheerleader” for a friends wedding because her mother was um…uninterested? I took that  job SO seriously!! Once you get me on board with a project it’s like watching a lab with a slipper… watch out for the drool!

Taking Initiative–that was me definitely pre fibro. I still have to stay on top of the fibro especially with the doctors in San Diego. I haven’t found one who’s blood doesn’t run ice cold yet down here. What gives?!! But I definitely have a habit of getting the party started.

Self-Reliance–I call it being a survivor, but I always find a way to keep my head above water. Lately (yes, because of the fibro) I’m not able to be quite so self-reliant. I try to ignore it, but my husband knows when to step in and save me from myself when I try to do too much.

Compassion–this is where my son is going to call me out. He’s not like me…he’s a little bit people-shy so job hunting for him is scary and I’ve got no sympathy for that (see self-reliance above!). However, I have a lot of compassion for people that get nailed by one of those curveballs life throws at you. Empathy is probably a better word. I’ve been there.

Perfectionism–if I had to lay blame as to why this blog has been deserted for so long, or why I haven’t written that Great American Novel that has been locked inside my brain, this would be the personality trait that caused that. I’ve tried to beat it back with a stick but obviously the stick wasn’t good enough…

Impatient–reason number two why the book isn’t written yet. Someday I’ll come to terms with my need for instant gratification, but don’t hold your breath. I’m getting quite the lesson in this lately. There are a lot of things I want to get started doing (like finding a real doctor…and a hair stylist) but those things really need to wait until we get moved up to north county…it’s about an hour’s drive away and we’ll be moving at the end of the year. Meanwhile I impatiently tap my foot and make my lists of all the stuff I’m gonna get done once we move!

Sense of Humor–I try very hard to see the humor in life and living. I didn’t inherit a sense of humor. The only other blood relative that has a funny bone is a sister on the east coast. Everybody else…pretty much humorless. Oh wait, does sarcasm count? Not if it’s mean and not meant to make you laugh. So perhaps that’s why my sense of humor is a little whacked but I truly love to laugh…and if I can get someone else to laugh that’s even better.

THERE. That’s seven. all done in Wordpress. What a sense of accomplishment. Now I’m only 1,666 words late on NaNoWriMo. Jeeze…being able to prioritize is not one of my traits.