Sorry family support is helpful. I think my husband finally understands more. He did some research online himself. Before I was diagnosed he called me a lazy bitch which was very hurtful. My family is becoming more understanding. I told my sister that I think she has fibro. My niece in law has fibro she had it way before I did and she is much younger. When she had her baby she almost died. I can't remember what it was called she was in ICU for quite a while. That's what caused her fibro. A lot of the family thought she was just lazy. I know now what she is and was going through. When I got my diagnosis I called her to talk about fibro. She told me not to let anyone tell me any different that my condition is what it is. To pace myself and rest as much as I can. She understands what it is like she has been dealing with it for 13 years. Do the best you can. Gentle hugs and love to you

Having the trifecta of nerve, muscle and joint pain Is the worst. I have all 3 + as well.
I am blessed in my family being understanding in their actions if not a full understanding of the depths of my conditions.
Be as active as you can remembering moderation is a necessity sometimes. If it takes half the day to do dishes focus on the fact that you Did them.
Wishing you well.

Most people do not understand that our pain is 24/7. A "good" day may be a pain level of 4. A bad day can be up to an 8. A I pray I never reach, I must be in hell level is a 9-10.
One of my doctors stated that for chronic pain even a .5 drop in pain can feel like a huge improvement.
Some people may never understand. Some just wont try to understand.
This helped me communicate how I felt to my husband. While he has way more spoons than me he will let me know where he is too.

https://www.practicalpainmanagement.com/patient...

I wrote this two years ago.
It is a good marker on how far I have come. I am taking one day at a time and doing better.

My arch enemy is pain.
It dominates my very essence,
Each day we fight each other for control. I research my maladies, I try treatment options, I try a multitude of medications, I cry, I rant, I evaporate.
I have yielded to your power because you have taken up residence in my conciousness. I have grown afraid of you because of your random attacks. Ever so subtly I surrendered with despair.
My faith in a greater universal power is out of focus. Faded and distant. I whimpered weakly, “God, I am here, help me.” Nothing seemed to change. Because I have given away MY power. It is not that I was angry with God ,that would require energy. I was indifferent
and adrift. Beaten.

I've had fibormyalga for a least 10 years. I can do next to nothing of my house work. Also have a bulging disk in my back. And my family still. Thinks I could do more.