I literally could not sleep. Every time I tried, my hips would scream at me. I eventually passed out at around six AM. Which meant of course that today I did nothing but sleep. I missed out on a beautiful day. Thankfully my boyfriend went and looked after the horses - he seems to be spending more and more time at the yard while I have no option but to stay in bed.
I think sometimes that he really doesn't understand how FMS works. The way he sees it, I have rested so I *should* be better. I try to explain it to him, but it goes in one ear and straight out the other. Le sigh!