New Self-Diagnosis!

The latest on my long list of self-diagnoses:

Fibromyalgia.

Because I have scoffed at it since I first heard the term, it's only fitting.

Either that or I need a new mattress. I'll experiment tonight and sleep on the couch.

For a while now - months, somewhere between three to six, I lose track - it takes me three hours to get upright in the morning.

Oh, I get out of bed, but it's proceeded by waking up several times in pain, trying to go back to sleep in pain, and finally giving up again in pain. Once I'm out of the bed, my spine begins to straighten out and my butt goes from my side back to the back again. I wonder what on earth the cats have been doing to me over night.

I make my way through the house, grabbing onto things and sometimes bouncing off walls or tripping over a cat. Once in the kitchen, I keep going with my morning routine - Boris to the kitchen faucet, make coffee, feed the cats, etc., etc., etc. By the time I'm at work, I'm okay. Mostly.

I try not to take NSAIDs because they upset my stomach but there are some days when the aches win.

This morning, I woke up at six. This put me two hours behind schedule. I somehow managed to get into my clothes and shuffled off to work.

It was 9:30 before I fully attained an upright and locked position.

I have health benefits now, so I'm going to get this checked out.

From what I've read - and if it's on the Internet, it must be true - the less you do, the worse it is for you. I'm going to keep myself up and doing for a whopping 45 minutes this evening and hope to report success tomorrow morning.