I've had a horrendous weekend...I've had to take Advil pm to sleep through the pain and besides being painfully stiff with fibromyalgia, something I hate to admit I have has been the worst it's been in a while. My IBS is acting up badly. I'd taken metamucil Thursday and Friday which I'm supposed to be on daily but don't until I know i'm having problems..i'm such a bad patient...I've been unable to eat normally most of the weekend...even water gives me painful spasms. I spent yesterday suffering through my annual 8 hour security re-certification and when I got home, I laid down for a couple hours to rest and got back up to help with dinner a bit...I only ate half of what we made and I started with the spasms again..had a fitful night sleeping and stayed in bed most of today until I finally gave in. I called my doctor and asked him to call in a prescription of Dicyclomine for me...a medication I've taken on and off since I was a teenager but don't like because it makes me sleepy, being a muscle relaxant...but I was desparate..so I've taken one dose and all seems to be a bit quieter..i'll cross my fingers...

When you're sick, all life screeches to a halt, all ambition to create or further your dreams falls by the wayside..you can't go places, you feel like a third wheel when you hold up other people's plans and you feel like a whiner even though your complaints are legitimate...

I'm so tired of being sick all the time...