So I booked a week off work cuz I'm literally exhausted and can't cope. I was hoping to have nice relaxing bit of time off, but no! Fucking Fibro decided to once again rear its ugly head and shit all over me!
The first 3 days I did basically fuck all cuz I was unwell. Between the leg spasms, cramps and upper-body shit leftover from "yoga", its been a right fucking barrel of laughs.
Tuesday night, I lost my nan, so I've been pretty much totally dissociated from that entire shitshow ever since.
I've also been on my period this week, extremely hormonal, and that never bodes well when all my Fibro symptoms increase four-fold. Insert eye roll emoji here, as I'm discovering it's rather hard to convey tone now that today apparently my ridiculous grey matter is actually letting me write something for once.
Now we come to this morning, whereupon my belly decided to act up, getting me out of bed for Bathroom Fun. I've since come to the conclusion that it was the chorizo we had for tea last night.
I go back to bed, sweating, cramping, nauseous and generally feeling like complete dogshit.
Then, THEN, I wake up with fucking acid reflux!
Fibro is an absolute bitch. It's wrecked my life and it's times like this, living in a constant flare, that I could quite cheerfully go somewhere quiet and just scream.
But I won't. Cuz I'll get carted off to Broadmoor.
Instead, I'm going to go and have a smoke or two, read something, find some food, then go and have a nice long shower. Cuz I look and smell like I've been camping for weeks.
Ahh the joys of depression.
Puts you into such a goddamn funk that you can't even manage very basic self care.
Yeah us spoonies are really living our best lives!
Har har fucking NOT.
I'll probably do another whiny moan post, probably soon, but for now I'm chuffed that I managed to get something actually written out, and it's...mostly eloquent.