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The Day After

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I lay awake with a blanket over my head. I can already tell that it is going to be a beautiful day because of the sunlight pouring through holes in the blanket. I don’t talk. I don’t move. For more than an hour, I just lay there, perfectly still, like a horizontal statue, listening to the voices of my husband and mother as they talk in another room. After a while, my body is stiff from not moving, so I uncover my head to take a look at the beautiful day that beckons outside my window. From past experience, I know that there is no certainty that I will have an opportunity to enjoy this day.  Fibromyalgia (fibro) has no respect for deep blue skies and sunny days, holidays, birthdays or other special days.  Fibro works on its own timetable, with no concern for my wants or needs. So, it is with trepidation that I work up the courage to test my body, to see if this latest skirmish with fibro pain has run its course; to see if pain will rule on this beautiful day. So far, so good as I gingerly step from the bed and into this beautiful day.

Blessings, peace and happy holidays, lydia marie

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