“Mom, don’t you want to come play with me?”
Her despondence cut through the fog, and I opened my eyes.
That’s right. She asked me to go into her room with her to play with her stuffed animals. How long ago was that, and why am I still flat on the couch?
I wish my fibro only affected me, but it doesn’t, and THAT’s why I hate it so.
Fluff and Bunkum 
I must admit I’d never heard about fibro until I started reading merbear’s blog. I can sympathise but I can’t even imagine what it must be like living with it.
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Truthfully, things have been better since I’ve been taking the Cymbalta. But flares will still happen. If they happen less frequently and I have less pain in between, then I am grateful.
As for Mer, I send positive vibes her way every single day. I keep hoping that the right doc will find the right treatment to give her at least a modicum of relief. Being pain-free, even for a short while, is an amazing, wonderful thing, and I want her to have that.
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That might be the most emotion ever packed in that small of a space… sorry…
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It’s ok. Poor girl, though. 😦 I swear I’m going to make it up to her today.
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don’t beat yourself up
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I won’t. We’re having fun with Minecraft right now. 🙂
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Jessica loves that game
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So do I. Oddly, I don’t much care for creative mode. I prefer to mine all my own materials. There’s something very satisfying about that.
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Her and her boyfriend built a tower all the way to the sky.
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Morrigan likes doing that. Usually they’re towers of TNT, though.
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of course they are.
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That’s my girl. 🙂
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yay
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