Here is what fibromyalgia meant to me today: right from the moment I had to step out of bed I thought, “how many hours until I can get home and rest?” Not that the rest of the day wasn’t meaningful and fun and accomplished because it was all of those things–it’s just all I wanted to do was rest.I know my eyes weren’t as bright or my mind as clear today as they should have been or as I wanted them to be. Luckily the pain wasn’t much on my mind since I had taken a strong enough pain pill. So I’m sorry that I couldn’t give more to those in my life but that’s what my life was today: a quest to be able to finally get to rest again  (it only took eight hours, lucky me).