Yeah, it's the medium-bad, annoying pains that go on forever without end that are really the tiring and frustrating part of fibro. I don't grab my (insert pain meds/muscle relaxers/sleep inducers/wish I could take codiene) unless I really need them either but those really horrible pains don't last long usually. It's the fatigue, the cramps, the fogginess, that's what gets me.
And the worst part is when you're going strong, your brain is all perky and out of nowhere your body says it's time for rest. So you lay down because you're not given a choice. But as soon as you lay down, you're just staring at the back of your eyelids or the ceiling and your brain is going a million miles an hour. And you're thinking "Wait, I thought I was tired." and your body says, "Hah, fooled you!" But try to get up out of bed. Your body is like a bag of bricks. So, you're stuck there, prisoner, until your body recovers.
Yah, I hate that. "I'm not sleeping; I should be getting something done. I'm too tired to accomplish anything and my brain and my hands are all moving at half speed; I should rest. I'm bored; I should get up. I can't move." And if it wasn't a complete suprise "what, now?" type of nap attack, thinking later, "Gee, if I'd fallen asleep when I lay down, I could've gotten up when I'd planned to; but the four hours I spent lying there not-sleeping f***ed up the schedule."
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And the worst part is when you're going strong, your brain is all perky and out of nowhere your body says it's time for rest. So you lay down because you're not given a choice. But as soon as you lay down, you're just staring at the back of your eyelids or the ceiling and your brain is going a million miles an hour. And you're thinking "Wait, I thought I was tired." and your body says, "Hah, fooled you!" But try to get up out of bed. Your body is like a bag of bricks. So, you're stuck there, prisoner, until your body recovers.
"Wait, I thought I was tired"
Yah, I hate that. "I'm not sleeping; I should be getting something done. I'm too tired to accomplish anything and my brain and my hands are all moving at half speed; I should rest. I'm bored; I should get up. I can't move." And if it wasn't a complete suprise "what, now?" type of nap attack, thinking later, "Gee, if I'd fallen asleep when I lay down, I could've gotten up when I'd planned to; but the four hours I spent lying there not-sleeping f***ed up the schedule."