Well it's 4am and it's been a long old night. My fibro plays hell with my sleep pattern, or lack of it. I nod off while on the sofa watching telly but once tucked up in my bed it is almost impossible. As soon as I start to get that warm fuzzy feeling of drifting off, 1 of my legs will kick the winning goal at a cup final. The more I try to stop my leg jerks the worse they get. Even my wrists are twitching now while holding my phone.
What I would give for a wonderful, blissful, restful full 8 hours of unconsciousness!!!
Have a good day my friends x