Having Fibromyalgia means never having to say....."Which field do you want me to plow?"
Having fibromyalgia means that when you 'accidentally' drive the car too far into the garage and knock over a six foot metal shelving unit stacked with paint cans, tools and birdseed, you ain't the one picking it up. Yup.
Uh . . . what was the question?
Oh Donna you poor thing. At least it was the garage and not something else or a building or something like that.
'I'll be happy to hold your 30 pound baby while you try on bra's in Victoria's Secret."
"Give me that shovel, honey...I'll dig fouteen holes for all those bushes you just bought that look half dead."
Yesterday..."Could I crawl under the lawn tractor and twist the belt around the pulley because my hands are smaller."
And... No problem. I can lift up the end of this four hundred pound couch while you retrieve a screw driver that rolled under there. Why can't he lift the couch and I'll get the screw driver??? Duh.
You guys slay me...ROTFL
OUCH....lol OUCH...lol ouch...lol
I can't laugh anymore. It hurts too much