Fibromyalgia is described as a condition causing all over muscle pain. It's more than that. It's chronic. It's exhausting. It leaves you in a mental fog. It's disabling but unable to qualify its victims with disability compensation.

The first two work days this week were spent gathering products and labeling them with tags for a Farmer's Market/Artisans Fair. Yesterday afternoon we carried boxes, bags, chairs and a canopy. I sat, stood, walked, talked and sold nothing. I was physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted when we got home. Then I made supper.

After a hot shower, Tramadol and Cymbalta, I relaxed with my daughter and watched mindless TV. Finally I slept. I slept 8 hours, which means I slept 3 hours, woke up to use the bathroom, slept a few more hours, got up and stayed awake awhile, and napped. Today I did little more than sleep. It sounds so lazy, but I've learned it's part of the life with fibromyalgia. My body can only go so far then it has to recharge.

This means, for me, a regular 8-5 job is out of the question. I'm trying to earn money with sewing and selling health supplements (which have helped a bit with fibro pain and headaches, but not with my exhaustion yet). Fibromyalgia makes regular life pretty tough. 

I'm thankful that each day is new and the Lord might allow me an energetic day tomorrow!