Oh, I'm having a bad Fibro day today. I'm tired, I'm sore, my concentration is deplorable. I'm just fed up with it all. Not even the Sertoline is helping today. There's something unfair about being so low when you're on anti-depressants.
Is it just me or are mornings hellish? I have to drag myself up out of bed I'm so tired, but no matter how early I get to bed at night, I can't sleep until way after midnight some times.
I'm fed up feeling fed up. And I'm fed up that no one around me really understands it and I'm fed up having to explain all the pains and why I'm so pale again and why I look in pain. And I'm super fed up with having to listen to all the advice from people who's friend's aunt's cousin, three times removed has Firbromyalgia and this amazing "cure" works for them. I'm fed up smelling of tiger balm and deep heat and having people sniff me because they love the smell or comment that the catering team must have something spicy on the menu. No, it's just me.
I'm fed up trying to hide it in work incase it's seen as a sign of weakness. Say what you want, but there's still predjuice there in some people's minds.
I'm fed up watching other people who can walk and it not hurt, I remember what that feels like.
Let me mention that I'm just fed up today. Today is just a bad, feeling sorry for myself kinda day. Tomorrow may be better. So although I'm having a good old fashioned rant right now, it's because I feel safe doing it here, where people get it and even if no one replies, I know there are plenty who will nod their heads in understanding and sympathy and say, yep, I've been there.
I've been worse, but I've been better. I'm in that no-mans land of Blah right now. But like all things, this too will pass. And as Scarlett said, Tomorrow is another (bloody) day.