There has been little time to post on here and, actually, very little to talk about vis-a-vis the Fibromyalgia.
The adrenalin has been doing a great job of knocking the stuffing out of any Fibro symptoms. Up until last night, I had been absolutely fine. There was something of a hiccup yesterday, though. We had taken my sister to do a few errands then she wanted to go to Semaphore which is on the coast, to the west of Adelaide city centre. When we returned after dropping my sister off, I became extremely unwell. It probably wasn’t due to the Fibro but, rather, to something I ate or drank.
I have to admit that I am dreading our farewell on Tuesday. Apart from the emotional consequences of the parting, I am worried that there is likely to be a huge drop in my adrenalin levels leading to a surge of Fibro symptoms. Having been so fatigued when we returned from our holiday in Turkey, although, admittedly, I also had a chest infection, makes me feel a bit frightened of how I shall cope with our return journey to the UK. I need to keep thinking of pleasant things to take my mind from pondering what might happen.
By the way, are you wondering why there is a photograph of Sydney Opera House at the head of a post about my time in Adelaide? Well, it’s because Peter and I flew to Sydney for the day on Wednesday, to see more of my family. During the afternoon, one of my cousins took us around Sydney on a mini sightseeing tour during which I took the photo.