"He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts."
~Stephen King
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.
Shrug.
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?
I'm good.
~Me :)
"Think of your head as an unsafe neighborhood; don't go there alone."
~Agusten Burroughs
