I Can't Take It Anymore!

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So I mentioned I've been exercising on a semi-regular basis and that it has helped with my tennis elbow. Unfortunately it's caused my overall body pain to increase. This has forced me to take at least one extra pain killer a day (equivalent to Tylenol 3). I think the codeine has been getting to me because I have ongoing stomach issues. I have IBS but having a stomach ache AFTER going to the bathroom just isn't right. I know I don't eat right but so many things give me cramps, especially fruits and veggies. I couldn't take it anymore so I decided to cut back on the Tylenol 3. Now I usually only take one at bedtime and one early in the morning. I have added maybe 1, 2 max more lately. Back when I first got fibromyalgia I was taking 6-8 a day so I wouldn't think it would be a problem. But... I'm not getting any younger. I did not take a Tylenol last night before I went to bed. That meant the last one I took was 7:30am yesterday morning. Exactly 24 hours later, at 7:30am this morning, my colon went bezerk and I spent a half an hour in the bathroom. Oh the misery! I went back to bed but I was still uncomfortable and moaning. I did manage to get back to sleep for a couple of hours. But I had to succumb to taking a Tylenol because the exertion in the bathroom causes a great amount of pain to the body. Then, when I got up, I felt the beginnings of a UTI. Dang! So I've been in the bathroom, drinking water, drinking cranberry juice, and in the bathroom all day. The UTI is getting better but I just had another bout of cramps. Meanwhile my whole body is aching. (Yeah, it's overcast, chilly and rainy outside). I haven't exercised for the last two days. I'm back on ginger ale and crackers. I'm not doing my family any favors by not cooking meals. I did throw something quick together last night... which probably didn't do my stomach any good. And tomorrow... oh, tomorrow... I have to get up early to get to my mom's for a noon luncheon as it is her 92nd birthday. I haven't seen her in a few months so I can't back out. I have to stick to the crackers and ginger ale so I can make it there. My body pain, however, is a different story. And, well, my family don't give much of a darn about me so any excuse I use are, to them, just that - excuses. (Watch me get bombarded with questions about my husband's health - just you wait!) So that's where I'm at. That's where I am. That's why I'm not here. That's why I'm not anywhere. Okay, Dr. Seuss, get out of my head. Happy weekend all!