Last week was a difficult week for me. Annie’s funeral was on Thursday, then I got home from that to find out about the piracy of my books. (Yes, the person apologized for it, and yes, I do believe they’re
Busy busy busy.
What a crazy, mixed-up year last year was. Everything that happened (good and bad), new releases, and trying to survive life in general. I think with the fibromyalgia and hubby retiring this year (he’s 21 years older than me) I’m
Happy freaking holidays (or how to torture your dog).
Well, there’s one good thing about having fibromyalgia I suppose–it forces you to learn patience and hone your sense of humor. It also forces you to celebrate your accomplishments instead of focusing on what you didn’t do. Like today, go
Yes, soup for you…
I’ve been in a soupy mood. It’s been chilly (now COLD) and with my current fibro flare, cooking is down at the bottom of my priority list. Late last week I threw together a “Thanksgiving Use Up the Leftovers” soup
Slowing and steady (although chomping at the bit).
So I’ve done something that I think has even startled the heck out of my hubby: slowed down. Being diagnosed with fibromyalgia, being put on Cymbalta, what really is some serious medication for it (when you’re taking a medicine they
And a new chapter begins.
So I went to see my GP doc last week. The past several months I’ve been feeling lousy, no energy, pain levels going up, etc. And with a history of cancer in my family, and considering I’ll be 40 next