Yesterday was pants, basically. I didnt go out as planned, partly due to the weather being so windy and cold. My Fibro does not like windy weather one bit 😦
Plus last night went like this:
Fell asleep at 2am
Wide awake at 4.30
Fell asleep at 6.30 ish
Postman woke whole house at 7.30
Went back to sleep
Woke at 11.40 am in shed loads of pain due to it being well over 12 hrs since my last pain pills.
I slept again late afternoon and now I have just woken up after not even realising I was going to sleep. It is 1.30 am.
I feel like crap. I have had that all over, all the way through, body throb since I woke yesterday. The smallest of movements sending pain shooting randomly and spitefully. Not that I have moved much. Gravity is about 10 times denser in the air around me. I couldn’t even cope with holding a book to read so I have watched stuff on you tube on my phone when I have been alone. I think a few brain cells gave up out of sheer boredom!!
I think I did too much on Tuesday coz this is too bad a flare for just the weather.
I once had a dude who used to be in the RAF and “knew” all about weather tell me there was no way the weather could effect an illness like people “claim”. He was adamant. I remember telling him I hoped he never had cause to find out how wrong he was!
Because there are millions of people who know otherwise, aren’t there?
I bloody hate days like this! They are a waste of time. A waste of being alive.
And they make me feel useless. Pointless.
And what? 7 years into this illness, it’s an aspect of it that I still cannot get used to. Especially on days I want to be doing stuff, never mind need to be doing stuff.
My family has one day a week when they’re all at home and we can do stuff together. And there’s me – fit for nothing!