Well, that's it, folks. I am headed home. And you know, it sucks trying to explain it to people. They don't understand when I say 'every nerve is firing at once'. I think a better example is to explain that right now I walking down the street to my car. Each individual step takes all of my strength, but more importantly: it takes extreme diligence. I would love to give up, sit down, and wait for someone to pick me up but I can't, because nobody would. So I persevere. And it chips away at the total energy I have to fight against my pain for the day. People don't get the all day every day struggle. I cried earlier today because I was proud that I have created a routine every morning to get me up and put of bed. It really is incredibly difficult for someone with Fibro to get the house up, the tenants warm and caffeinated, by 530am. If I didn't do it, I would stay in bed every day. I am proud of that small feat, the routine.
But today it was too much so I will go home and moan.
Post Edited (AnnaBananna) : 1/22/2014 12:27:33 PM (GMT-7)