Rejection Dejection...

I get so frustrated when my body rejects me. I was going to leave today to go visit a friend in Big D (the place I hate to drive in) and then go to Fort Worth to see family for a few days. I had running around I had to do yesterday, from pillar to post on the map, and was in the dang car driving for what seemed like hours....(7, I think) and I'm so wiped out I had to postpone my trip for a day. Fibromyalgia sucks big time. I know there could be a lot worse things to have to deal with, but this one is mine and I get angry, frustrated and depressed when my body says no more, thank you very much, but you have to lay it down. For all my life I've done pretty much anything I've wanted to do physically. I could go to work and come home and repaint the house, mow the lawn, weed eat and clean up, get up and do it again the next day. Now driving all over hell and half of Oklahoma puts me down for at least a day. Crap. I hate it, it sucks and now on to other and better things...

One of the reasons for going to visit down south, other than the fact that I also have to deal with withdrawal from my funny and slightly off the bubble sibs, is I'm going to help my baby Bro put tile on the walls of the shower in the master bath at their home. I love to do stuff like that, demo stuff and make it better than before. I don't claim to be a decorator, but I know what looks good to me and since he was born on my 3rd birthday (a Friday the 13th), I know what looks good to him and I feel like I can contribute to making something better for him and his wife. Other than that, we'll just hang out and laugh and enjoy each others company, maybe go see our oldest brother and get some coneflowers from my middle brother before I come home. Sis, I don't know if I'll make it out west this trip, but will talk to you at least.

But rest assured, I'm taking my 'puter with me so if I have any flashes of enlightenment, hilarity or bitchin'... I can pass it on...

That's all folks...