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This will show our fight with Fibromyalgia, so others can learn that it's real. |
... that we had our Christmas last night on Christmas Eve. We always do, because that's the time my family always did it, so that's the time my daughter gets with us even if she isn't spending the entire weekend. But this time, it was a good idea for another reason: that dang fatigue. Again. ![]() Following that candlelight service, we were up till our usual time, just relaxing and watching a little of the seasonal things on TV, then the news. By then I was starting to shut down, and I knew it. I headed for bed. Kenzie came to bed a little earlier than usual, but not by too much. Thing is, getting to bed relatively close to our usual times didn't help us this morning. We'd planned on sleeping in a bit, but only I got to do that. Our new kitten (yes, we got one for Christmas, hoping it would also help our current cat in both keeping occupied and learning a few things she doesn't seem to know on her own - that's another story) came in and woke us up about 7:00 AM. Problem is, even though we both tried to distract her a bit, she kept playing with Kenzie long enough that Kenzie became fully awake, and when that happens she can't go back to sleep. I got up about 9:30, and among other things Kenzie and I watched a few special Christmas shows to somewhere about 12:30. Problem was, the fatigue kicked in and we both fell asleep in the middle of them, sitting in our comfy chairs in the living room. ![]() |