This will show our fight with Fibromyalgia, so others can learn that it's real. |
Kenzie, not me. She gave the sermon at church this morning. I'll let her elaborate on that, and the service in her blog; but the two things I can vouch for here are that she did an excellent job , and that the excitement, the nervousness and standing for that length of time - about 30 minutes continuously each service - all combined to drain her energy. She snoozed from about 1:30 P.M. till the phone rang about 3:00 P.M., then again from about 5:00 until who-knows-when (she's still sleeping as I write this - it's 9:15 and Derek doesn't work tonight). She'll likely apologize later or tomorrow for not spending the evening together, or the night (she may wake up about 1:00 AM, the time she normally comes to bed, and be up the rest of the night after all this sleeping), and that's fine. She and I agreed long ago that neither one of us HAD to apologize, but we could if we'd feel better. And, usually, we both do when we feel the need, knowing the other understands. All that sleeping only serves as another example of the way the chronic fatigue part of Fibro can play havoc with your life, including your daily routines and plans. And if she does wake up about 1:00 and stay up, that only adds to the example. Bigtime. And me? I wasn't immune to the same problem. I was dozing in my rocker the first time she slept, and the phone awoke both of us. And while she stayed up between 3:00 and 5:00, I was still dozing in that rocker. And I didn't like it. I liked the relief the sleep gave from the aches of Fibro, but not what it did with MY plans, either. And don't forget that no two days are ever the same. For either of us. But I think she'd also agree with the idea that doing that sermon was worth it. And she'd be right. |