God!!! what can I say, Its been quite along time since I've put anything on, not that I haven't been reading anything its just things were going so well, it all started when the sun came out and I started a new diet, life started to get better, I was feeling as if I could start to adjust to having fibro. I was out doing things in the garden, enjoying myself, yes I was enjoying myself, doing a little bit here and there, pottering about if you like, don't get me wrong I had bad days where the pain was very uncomfortable but as long as I was in the garden all was good, the sky was blue with the occasional fluffy cloud. Nothing could beat it. Then it came back, smacked me in the face like I'd be flung from the top of a tower block. Yes I hit the ground and I'm back to square one. In pain and feeling low. Why!!!! Why is it that it won't stay manageable I didnt change anything I may have over done it a few day but I paid the price I suffered, but no fibro is not satisfied with that, it has to just make sure I understand that it is in control of me and not the other way round. I know I should be brushing myself off and starting again but this has no bounds. It's has no rules.