It was a good, steady Friday. We had a carry-in lunch to celebrate the announcement that Danielle's baby is a boy. It was a good day. Most of the plants are closed for the next two weeks, so it will be a bit slower for us. We have a lot of customers leaving for vacation.
Right now, it's a lovely, cool, rainy evening. The neighborhood is quiet; all I can hear is birds and rain. I turned the television off so I could just sit and listen. We've had a beautiful early-summer. The corn and soybeans are loving all the rain we've had, but the hay still won't dry.
I can't wait to get off work tomorrow afternoon. I may spend the entire weekend in bed. The fibro is exacting the price of vacation, as expected. I've been hurting all week but today was miserable. It's primarily upper-body pain, as usual. It's worst right now in my arms. But today my legs decided they weren't getting their share of attention and got into the act. Everything hurts except the end of my nose. I feel like I've been run over by a herd of zebras. I hope none of them were injured in the process. I like zebras. I just prefer to look at them from some position other than under their hooves.
I knew I'd do this when I planned the vacation. It's well worth it. Chronic Illness Cat is absolutely right - sometimes you decide that what you want to do is worth the flare it will cause. That's a choice we all make at times. I had a wonderful vacation that will be with me long after the flare leaves. In the meantime, I will take care of myself. I'll take pain medicine, rest when I can, and let the animal hair on the floor accumulate undisturbed. This weekend I will knit, watch television, and sleep. And I'll be glad for every moment of vacation! It was a good choice.
Your achy, breaky wife,