My kerplunk analogy has helped Laura explain her illness to friends. But she also put her illness to music, as a poem, and it's proving very popular on you-tube.
Here, Laura describes herself and coming to terms with her diagnosis.
Hi, my name is Laura, and I’m 28. I am a Mum to 2 beautiful children, a Wife, a house-keeper and for the past 2 years, a mature student. Last year I studied Beauty Therapy, and this year I have specialised in Nail services.
I am currently fighting for help and a diagnosis for my 7 year old son, who has language, visual, educational, emotional, social and behavioural problems. And I enjoy seeing my 5 year old daughter flourish in her dancing, cheerleading and gymnastics.
I also have Fibromyalgia.
I know that I do not suffer as much as many fibro-mites I know, but we can all have our days which create a dawn of realisation. This day came to me while I was stood, attempting to wash up. The previous night, I was trying to explain to my husband, why I ask for help. Because while I know he doesn’t think I take advantage, or am lazy, I still feel he doesn’t fully understand why it seems I do so little around the house some days.
We have had a lovely festive period, with me cooking the Christmas day meal at our house for the first time ever, Boxing Day party at my mums as usual, our godson’s birthday on the 27th, my husband’s 30th birthday on the 30th December, and then a friend’s house party for New Year’s Eve. I could feel myself drowning at the NYE house party, but as soon as I woke up on the 1st January, my body had totally given up. I have since not been able to get out of bed before 10am, only been able to make a brew before lunch time, and have not left the house for days!!
By the 4th I was stood at the sink slowly working through some plates, when I suddenly realised a way I could communicate to my husband/mum/grandma, and even possibly, just maybe, friends, on how I feel when the fibro really takes hold.
Words were flying round my head, rhymes were popping in and out, and suddenly I got a title.
2 hours later I had a finished poem I was ready to read out to my husband and grandmother. Reading it out loud for the first time was very emotional and I found myself in tears barely into the second verse. My hubby stopped what he was doing and came over to rub my shoulders, and even my gram needed a tissue (she very rarely shows her emotions). Once we had calmed down and the kids had distracted us all from crying, I began to think that this should be shared with more than just family and friends, and posting it on Facebook would be a great idea. But a simply copy and paste would prove difficult as it was too long to put as simply a status and many would just not read it. I know I skip past many of them long reposted, copied from friends, put this as your status for an hour type posts. So I began to create a YouTube video.
Using built in software to create videos like a slideshow, I found it easy to put the poem together, and after searching for the right song, my husband found a perfect number. Within 6 hours of reading it out for the first time, it was online. I posted it all over Facebook, to all the groups and pages I could find that were Fibromyalgia related. I got an overwhelming response back from people saying how they loved it, cried at it, related to it and how they were reposting it for their friends to see.