Today Was Hard
Today was hard. It started with waking up. For several weeks now, my fibromyalgia has been acting up, keeping my pain levels higher than I'm used to--my guess is the ever-changing and abnormal weather is the culprit--and leaving me constantly fatigued. No matter how much I sleep, it's never enough; I'm always exhausted, and waking up is, quite frankly, a bitch. Getting out of bed is worse. The wrong places crack, and the right places don't. My muscles, tight from sleep, scream as I force them to move. And the little voice inside my head is an ever-present devil on my shoulder, taunting me with all the things I need to get done today, and I already know I won't. Which he follows up with, "Then why bother at all?" The urge to curl back up under the covers is nearly undeniable; it's so much easier to lay there and not move, to sleep and not think. The morning goes by fairly smoothly. I didn't get up until after ten, after all, and by then my hus...