Valentine’s Day

Another day of fibromyalgia flare. Higher pain, higher fatigue. I did just over 2,000 steps on Monday between my food shop and my walk and paid for that today.

I spoke to one of my best friends Rosie for two hours on the phone today. We had a good catch up. 

My mood has been very low recently due to the flare up and a few other life stressors plus the weather. She said that she had been feeling as bad with her ME and other conditions.

We lost track of time talking and she had to go and pick up her wee boy from school so I headed off to make lunch (microwaveable Veggie Pot Pie, extra).

I went back to bed to rest and managed two and a half hours sleep. Woke up sore but less fatigued.

This evening, whilst cleaning my specs before bed, I discovered that my tortoiseshell specs, which I have had for the best part of three years now are named “Thatcher”! Had a good laugh at that as a lifelong non-Tory voter. 

Very grateful to be getting my eyes tested very soon. It’s long overdue - fibromyalgia always gets in the way of getting essentials done, it’s endlessly frustrating.

I don’t believe in Valentine’s Day - I think it’s very commercialised, forced and fake. I prefer genuine acts of love every day of the year.

I’m a firm believer in The Five Love Languages theory from a book written by a man called Gary Chapman. They are - words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts (I prefer small, meaningful ones personally as opposed to hearts and flowers!), quality time and physical touch xx