A Photo A Day For 6 Months: Day 104~ Fun With Therapy
"He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts."
After having had a pretty good run of energy, I woke up this morning to one of the strongest punch downs my Fibromyalgia has dealt me to date. I don't know why. I have had good strong blood glucose numbers the last week or so. I got a good bit of exercise last week in San Francisco, and my eating habits have been normal. I almost never know how hard this disease will hit me, or how long I will walk around in a fog. That's the hardest part. Sometimes it feels like I am a ghost. Like I have died without knowing it, and at times I have an overwhelming desire to simply mutter to myself... GET OUT!
"I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine... I'm here." Is there something wrong with that? Absolutely."
~Ned Vizzini, It's Kind Of A Funny Story
I wish I knew what decision I made that led to my having Fibromyalgia. If I could, I would go back and not cut someone off in traffic, or let someone go ahead of me in line at the store. I would put a few extra dollars in the cup of the homeless person I passed by. I would be nicer to the telemarketer who called during dinner, and tip that waitress at Red Robin 25% more. But that's just not how it works. If only.
This to shall pass.
It has to.
I have a date with my camera and Woody Allen on Thursday.
It may necessitate bringing my blanket and pillow, but hey, what's wrong with that?
"Think of your head as an unsafe neighborhood; don't go there alone."