Today is not a very good Fibro day.
I've been doing a lot lately- normal people things, and once again I "forgot" that I'm not without illness. There's a tendency to do that when feeling like tasks or activities are passable. I end up way overdoing it and reaping what I sow.
Tonight, as I sit here with rolling waves of nausea and intense back spasms, just waiting to vomit, I am so grateful that this is no longer the daily norm. Sure, being sick is. But the intensity is not as severe, and it is in these moments that I most understand just how very far I've come over the years.
It's never easy, and it doesn't stop being frustrating, but I know this will pass and I will settle into my daily sick versus this hell.
Please let that be tomorrow.