Flare Not Flair

I woke up to day 9 of one of the worst fibro flares I've had. For those of you with fibro, you know what I mean, for those without, it sucks.

(Edited to add: I had a really good day a week ago, after a week where I was not good. So this is really day 7 in a row, day 13 out of 14)

Pain, yadda yadda muscles feel like wood, yadda yadda, Feeling like you are trapped in a never ending Swedish deep tissue massage without the cute Swedish masseur, etc.

The pain sucks, but yesterday and today the brain fog has become so noticeable I can practically see it filling the corners of the room.

I am glad the fog held off until after the Blog tour.

I am glad I am about half done with important sample knitting and can stick to stuff just to keep my hands busy.

I am glad my next due date for pattern submission is March 1st.

I am glad this is now, and not next week when it would seriously impact my one big fun event of the year (4 days at Convocation).

I am glad I finally gave in and realized it's a flare, rather than fighting against the obvious as I did the first 5 days.

Now I can rest, and get as much sleep as possible, and hope it goes away soon.

And watch lots of vintage no-brainer tv.

Yep, it sucks, but it won't last forever.

As long as it's over by Wednesday, it will be ok. (Convo is Thursday).