Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Yesterday, I had one of those rare days you get with Fibromyalgia where you wake up in excellent health. I felt good, normal. I had slept, you see, thanks to a cocktail of tryptophan and magnesium taken at just the right time. Timing is critical with that mix, because at the wrong time it can make me too jittery to sleep. But, this one was perfect and out I went for the night.
So, when I awoke, I was full of energy. And I started doing things. And people around me went..."WHA--?" So, I told them all that I'd "woke up crazy" and was just going to go with it. I did the laundry. Usually, this means crawling my slow way to the laundry room with one load of essential underclothes and a few shirts. I did THREE loads. All of the laundry that needed doing, in other words. Then, I made some lunch. Yes, actually cooking food for myself. Then, I did a run to the library. On the way I noticed that my car hadn't been cleaned in a year. The floor mats were full of leaves and dirt and such that comes in on our shoes. There were some coffee smudges and grime on the leather. So, I broke out the hand vac and some wipes and gave it a good once over, tossing out stray bits of paper and water bottles that had found their way under the seats. Then, since I had the vacuum out, I spruced up the house a bit.
It was an amazing day, really. And I was sore last night, but not too bad. Today, I'm immobile again, but at least I have a cleaner car and no clothes in the hampers, which hasn't been the case in far longer than I can remember. YAY! For good days...may they come more often into my life.