12,479 Days Alive
While I was on holiday with my Darling Wife in June, I talked about my top five coping mechanisms. I have many, as I need many, but one may surprise you: napping.
Being one who lives with Fibromyalgia, there are just times where I run out of steam. Today was one of those days.
I hoped to write when I got home. But I am exhausted and have yawned no less than six times whilst typing this entry up so far.
I only took a little catnap, maybe fifteen minutes. But still I woke up even more tired and absolutely ready for bed.
I’m not going to fight it today. I’m just going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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