So my fibromyalgia has been flared up for about a week now. It's the worst. It's making me so blue and I'm basically one giant ouch. I am trying to stay warm, taking Vicodin occasionally, and sleeping like shit. All is right with the world...ok, not really.
Ronald has been the best. Doing the laundry, taking care of the dogs, and he even set up camp for us in the living room near the Christmas tree. Sweetest mister.
I am going to sleep all day, and dream of chocolate. I'm so looking forward to Christmas. Also R and I go to Disneyland in just two weeks!
I know the main cause of my current flare up is stress. I am stressed out of my mind. I can't seem to let go and rest. I'm incredibly overwhelmed and I don't feel like myself. So I'm going to change a few things here and there and get myself some breathing room.
Oh, and I signed up for school. Introduction to Archeology. It was the only class open, plus I feel like Indiana Jones, which is pretty badass. We have been watching Indiana Jones at night to celebrate (nerds) and I got so scared watching The Temple of Doom I had to have Ronald turn it off last night! That's my confession of the day. Glad I got that out of the way.
xo, C
p.s. I am making a devils food bundt cake with this frosting for Christmas. Yum!
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