Probably,along with millions of fibro sufferers , I would say that waking up and getting .out of bed is one of the most painful and difficult things I have to do in my day. The next few hours spent creaking and groaning round the house, trying to gain some laxity of limb and clarity of thought are not too much better.
I think many of us would say that middle to late afternoon would be the optimum time for some housework or a little outing. Thats when the meds are flowing and what little energy we can summon is at its peak.
That bit of housework or trip to the shops though will have us static again, cup of tea and a biscuit to restore flagging blood sugar, a final push to cook a meal then the evening, more meds and bed
I find that the calmest, most pain free time is after everyone has gone to bed, say around half eleven onwards. I sit at the table in the big wooden carver chair, wedged in with cushions and a hot water bottle, and watch programmes on Netflix or listen again on BBC I player to my favorite series or comedy shows. I knit or doodle or play a non taxing block game on the laptop.
I gve myself PERMISSION to stay up late. Some might call it avoidance. Avoidance of going to bed at the same time of night as my husband, something in my head tells me this is better for both of us than the invariable attempts to "start something" which I know I can't finish or if it happens then I am in pain and unfullfilled and he is left feeling guilty.
So I inhabit my little night world of denial, sometimes I don't bother to go to bed at all. Often can be found doing ironing at four in the morning feeling strangely energetic and elated.
Of course this does not continue for more than a few days before I crash entirely.
I am here now, at the other side of this screen from you, contemplating a drink of milk and a bit of cake to commiserate with myself for the failed meringues I made earlier!!! It is a mate's birthday party tomorrow and I promised at least two puds. I used to be "up" for anything but since menopause and the fibro I always feel like a party pooper or the one people get trapped with in the corner and have to listen to me moan about my latest ache or twitch.
"THIS IS NOT REALLY ME" I want to say but it comes out as "I CAN'T DRINK, I'M ON MEDS. OFF TO HOSPITAL FOR ANOTHER APPOINTMENT NEXT WEEK, .A LOT OF PAIN IN MY.........TE DAH TE DAH. Internally my brain is sayiing shut uP, shut up, talk about the weather, eastenders, the price of beer, ASK THEM HOW THEY ARE.
I have wandered off my original point and I have to be up early as I have people staying over.
It was a serious question though, best and worse times of day?