It shouldn't be like this, but it is. The sun was shining for the first time in weeks and I had some rare energy so did a huge washing and hung it out. Half way through I began to get really paranoid - what if somebody reports me to DWP? I only get ESA but have had to fight to appeal for that. You other fibromites probably know I'm now exhausted and don't know if I have the strength to put the clean duvet cover on the bed and I will suffer tomorrow.
What happened to the world that I have to be afraid my life will fall apart for doing my washing?