I'm in the height of a nasty flare, where staying awake is an enormous struggle, and every movement is pure agony. My parents, who I have to live with because living alone became too difficult, have gone away for a fortnight, and my over enthusiastic dog has created havoc, probably because he is bored as not getting enough exercise. My brother is in his own little world so it wouldn't occur to him to check if I'm ok, but my sister who knows how bad I am, constantly belittles me because I haven't been fortunate enough to have children. You'd honestly think she was the only woman on the planet to have given birth, she's so superior. To top it off, all my real friends are back where I used to live. I'm so isolated and alone and it really feels like no one gives a stuff. Even a text message asking if I was ok would make the world of difference, but no such luck.
I hate fibromyalgia! I hate how pathetic and needy I've become, I hate that I can't even make something to eat so choose something from the fruit bowl or the freezer. Today, I've well and truly had enough, and I honestly don't know why I keep bothering as no one would even miss me!