Introducing Foggy Fanny
Hi! My name is Janet Whitehead aka Foggy Fanny. I don’t have any clue as to why I haven’t had a blog before this. A site I follow on Facebook was allowing us who follow the opportunity to link our blogs to her site. “Cool”, I thought, “An opportunity of a lifetime “. Wait! I don’t have a blog. I have a semi active page and a failed group I tried to start but no blog. Long story short, here I am starting my blog.
Again I digress. I’ve given you my name so let’s continue. I lived in Fresno, California (Ok, no jokes please). My husband, Gary and I rent a really nice ranch style house in the Northwestern section of town. It’s a 3/2 and has a really cool backyard and a cute patio. We have 3 female dogs (1 belongs to my grandson Tristan who lives with us. Her name is Ruby). The remainder belong to Pop and I, a Dachshund mix named Cee Cee and a Great Pyrenees named Sugar Pie. We have moved to and from Fresno many times in our 27 year marriage. Travelers we are... going where the road leads us... oh I’m nearly 64 and getting younger. I have two beautiful step daughters and a ( half-brother) step son... Between them, there are 9 boys and one girl. The girls are Melanie and Kimberly. Both are married and have very busy lives. Nathan, their half brother, honored me as an extra Geanny to his son and daughter. I truly am honored.
Back in 2003, while sitting in my Dr’s office, I happen to glance at some entries in his notes of my medical history. In a previous entry, he annotated that I was a candidate for Fibromyalgia. What the hell is Fibromyalgia? I didn’t think much of it until in one of our moves, we ended up in Mesquite, Nevada. Our neighbors were a beautiful couple named Bill and Marge Benson. They help us get settled in and we had a warm cup of cocoa at their house. Over time as I was getting acquainted with Marge, she brought up how I seemed to be acting in a manner which caused her to ask if I had Fibromyalgia... ( again, that word). I told her I didn’t know.
Over the next few years I discovered through medical evaluations and SSDI that I did have it. I had found lists of symptoms and solutions that didn’t seem to really help me in my struggle to gain emotional control of the disease. I’ve since discovered that each person is on their own as to how to make Fibromyalgia somewhat manageable.
Again I digress. I’ve given you my name so let’s continue. I lived in Fresno, California (Ok, no jokes please). My husband, Gary and I rent a really nice ranch style house in the Northwestern section of town. It’s a 3/2 and has a really cool backyard and a cute patio. We have 3 female dogs (1 belongs to my grandson Tristan who lives with us. Her name is Ruby). The remainder belong to Pop and I, a Dachshund mix named Cee Cee and a Great Pyrenees named Sugar Pie. We have moved to and from Fresno many times in our 27 year marriage. Travelers we are... going where the road leads us... oh I’m nearly 64 and getting younger. I have two beautiful step daughters and a ( half-brother) step son... Between them, there are 9 boys and one girl. The girls are Melanie and Kimberly. Both are married and have very busy lives. Nathan, their half brother, honored me as an extra Geanny to his son and daughter. I truly am honored.
Back in 2003, while sitting in my Dr’s office, I happen to glance at some entries in his notes of my medical history. In a previous entry, he annotated that I was a candidate for Fibromyalgia. What the hell is Fibromyalgia? I didn’t think much of it until in one of our moves, we ended up in Mesquite, Nevada. Our neighbors were a beautiful couple named Bill and Marge Benson. They help us get settled in and we had a warm cup of cocoa at their house. Over time as I was getting acquainted with Marge, she brought up how I seemed to be acting in a manner which caused her to ask if I had Fibromyalgia... ( again, that word). I told her I didn’t know.
Over the next few years I discovered through medical evaluations and SSDI that I did have it. I had found lists of symptoms and solutions that didn’t seem to really help me in my struggle to gain emotional control of the disease. I’ve since discovered that each person is on their own as to how to make Fibromyalgia somewhat manageable.
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