It's hard to say...

The last couple weeks have been rough, I've been in a flare, and my spoons have hovered just above nil. A coworker asked me today how I'm doing... this happens a lot, I have friendly coworkers who are compassionate and care about each other. The thing of it is, fibromyalgia and other chronic illnesses aren't like strep throat, a cold, the flu, or other standard illnesses. When you have the flu, you're "all better" once the virus is gone and you've rested up for a bit. With a chronic illness, you're never all better, better happens slowly and incrementally. I'm better than I was, but I hope I'll be better tomorrow, and more better the day after that, and the day after that.

Make 'em laugh!

The cliche says laugh or cry, and I choose laugh. I will hunt for a laugh the way... a hunter... hunts. ;-)

Come rain, come shine, come snow, come sleet

There's a fog rolling in...

I know my fatigue is creeeeeeeeping up when I keep forgetting what I'm doing... the fog is thick with this one.

Please sir, may I have some more?