As I have been having some good days, last week on Saturday I was tempted to think I was cured of this awful fibro! But of course, I have finally learned. Good days do not mean fibro is cured!! So I remembered to still pace myself. That made it a lot easier when a flare came up the following day - because I was not surprised!!
I decided to try to park a little further away and was considering parking on the second level of the parking garage. It already takes me about ten minutes to walk from the garage to my office - but I am slow. I parked another 100 feet away, but had a flare while at work and had to concentrate hard to get to my car. When I got to the garage and saw my car, I thought - (expletive)! My daughter moved into an apartment that is on the second floor. No elevators, only stairs. Helping her unpack was quite an ordeal! but I minimized stair usage and did ok. I actually grabbed the rail and used both hands to pull up. Must have looked silly, but it worked.
It is nice not to be going through the cycle of feeling better and thinking the diagnosis was wrong, then feeling awful and morning all over again. That is unproductive, isn't it?!
Sue