Although I try very hard not to complain, people who know me well (the few! the chosen!) know that I almost always hurt. If it's not a migraine, it's my ankles. If I can sleep at all, I wake up feeling like I got hit by a truck. Anyway, you get the picture. I went to the doctor today, and after running down my list of symptoms (which was positively embarrassing!), she immediately said, "fibromyalgia." I have mixed feelings about this diagnosis. It doesn't really do anything for me. I still feel rotten. On the other hand, though, it validates my eternal exhaustion and pain issues. I need to digest.
So what does a girl diagnosed with a vague illness do? Craft! I don't scrapbook - I'm scared of hurting pictures. I do, however, have an unnatural obsession with paper, stickers, pens, etc. Hence, I journal with them. I spent a lovely afternoon with my girls and my "stuff" while my boys and dog played outside. It was a wonderful afternoon. Of course, I will be hating life tomorrow when I face down all of my work deadlines, but for today...perfection.