Twelve days. On Monday, I felt a little bit better and decided I should make myself a real dinner. Spaghetti sauce is fairly easy and once I start the sauce at around 2 PM, I don't have to do anything but occasionally stir it till I'm ready to make pasta. As I was browning the meat I had taken out for it, it smelled funny. Not funny-ha-ha, though. So, I made sauce without the meat and that was dinner.
However, after loading the dishwasher and cooking pasta, I was wiped out again.
"You Had Plans? (laughable life with Fibro)"
~My life in novelization.
"Sleep? You don't need Sleep!"
"You Feel Good- RELAPSE!"
~To round out the trilogy.
"You Wanted to Clean the Kitchen But Only Loaded the Dishwasher"
"Wake Up! How to Set Multiple Alarms (and what to do if you sleep through them)"
~a how-to book.
"Vacuum? Just Don't Look At the Floor!"
~A YouTube instructional video.
"This Medicine Helps? (True Stories of Chronic Dry Mouth)"
"Work? You Don't Have Enough Vicodin for THAT!"
~self-help article in a women's magazine.
"Sit Down to Watch a Movie? Now You have to Stand Up"
~the exercise video.
"My Aunt Has That and She Tried This..."
"If You Just Exercised More..."
~Part two in the fantasy series.
"I tried to walk into the kitchen and instead sat back down to cry."
~The text message.
"You Thought it was Over (till You Woke Up)"
~the hit single.
"Also- Have Some Peripheral Medical Issues Too!"
~the Novel written under a pseudonym.
(Working title: "Why are My Hands so Cold and Numb?")
"Ow, That Still Fucking Hurts"
~The reboot of the movie series.