Take this fibro and shove it...

     I just finished putting the Christmas decorations away for another year. Thank heaven Christmas only comes once a year.  The decorations go in the attic, and of course the roof has a slant to it, meaning that I can not stand upright. Putting the boxes away is agonizing. The longer I stay bent over the more it hurts, and pausing doesn't help much, so I keep at it until it is done. Then it really hurts, and the pain moves to my legs, and the next thing I know, I have a headache.
     Most days I get by and the fibromyalgia doesn't rear its ugly head too much. I manage up and down stairs, and other things that don't necessitate bending over, or walking great distances, but, oh my, when it flares up it's a doozy.
     After a while, and a bit of rest, the pain recedes, and I am set to go again.  Even now I can feel it easing off, so I guess I shouldn't complain too much.
      My mood hasn't been that great for the last little while, and the fibro doesn't help that any. Sometimes I can't seem to think straight. Is it fibro-fog?  Lapse of memory can be blamed on either the fibro or senility. I chose to believe it is the fibro.
     The day is dreary and it is raining off and on.  It's January 2nd, and the grass is green, with not even a hint of snow. I am anxious for regular routine to start up again, so that I have things to do on a regular basis.  I can do a pretty good job at wasting time, which is not a good thing when you are my age. However, I have accepted the idea that writing this blog is not wasteful, it is therapeutic.