Sometimes, someone or something somewhere (depending upon your beliefs) smiles upon you, making things go well. Sometimes, those same someones or somethings are in a pesky mood and decide to take it out on you and make life a giant-sized pain in the bottom.
Last weekend, the someones/somethings were in a good mood because they decided to go along with my plans to have a day out with my family. Everything that I did or did not do in the few days leading up to Sunday, was designed to help me manage to actually take part in the activity. I can scarcely believe it, but it actually worked! Like a dream! Woohoo! I even managed to get a little shopping done on my way home!
(Can you tell that this doesn’t happen as often as it did pre-Fibro?)
However, since that expedition, the someones/somethings have decided to use me as their personal punch ball. Their displeasure culminated in me grinding to a sickening grinding halt halfway through a little task I was doing for FPR. I must have been in a bad way because he commented on it when I thought I was still managing quite well. It didn’t take long for me to be not managing at all. Anyway, it was a price worth paying for having managed to go out on Sunday. So, it is still a…