I was warned. When you suffer from fibromyalgia, you have good days, and you have bad days. I knew from the moment I woke up this morning that this would be a bad day.
I hurt all over. Every part of me that can possibly hurt, and a few I wouldn't have thought of, all screeching in agony. It's almost enough to drive a person insane. For a time this morning, even my fingertips hurt. Trying to make breakfast was sheer torture.
Even so, I had obligations, and I intended to fill them. I was going out to help with the LEGO trains at the Rollin' Rails show up in Edmonds, so I got myself ready and jumped in the van.
I forgot to bring a map or directions, but it isn't too hard to find Edmonds from Bothell. You just go north and west until you hit the water. And follow any sign that directs you to the Kingston ferry. Since I knew the place I was headed was on Main Street, I just drove until I found it then drove up the street. I recognized the place as I got near, having attended Rollin' Rails every year for four or five years now. The only time I ever go into Edmonds.
I went in and delivered the stuff I'd brought, but I just couldn't stay. I knew it in the van driving in, I wasn't going to last. So I left my stuff, apologized for visiting and runnning, and headed out again.
Leaving Edmonds I got lost. I mean, really lost. Getting lost is underrated, however, especially in a place where you can't go far without hitting a freeway, mountain, or the Puget Sound. I was in pain, but I wasn't too worried. All I needed to do was find one of several freeways and I would be able to find my way home. Turning down several back streets, however, I got completely confused as to what direction I was going. Then I spotted THEM.
An aside: Hubby-Eric bought some Thin Mint cookies from some Girl Scouts the other day... completely forgetting that his wife is a Tagalong fiend. So he assured me that if I ran across any Girl Scouts, I could buy myself a box.
And there they were. Girl Scouts, on the sidewalk in an area where pulling over was safe and easy. I pulled over, walked back to the girls who were very happy to see a customer, and bought my box of Tagalongs. Then I asked them, being scouts, if they knew the way to the nearest freeway.
As it turned out, I was only a couple of blocks away from 99, which got me right to where I wanted to be. I got home pretty quickly then, and intended to blog about the LEGO train creations I saw, but as soon as I walked in the door I realized I had to sleep.
I had the most vivid dreams. People entered the room and talked to me. Some yelled at me. At least one animal came snooping in, but I couldn't get the energy to get up and drive it off. At one point I was dying of thrist and a man I didn't recognize came in with a bottle of water and gave me great big gulping drinks of the purest water I've ever tasted. He left the bottle, and I dreamed I put it on the floor. I heard a plane crash down the street, or maybe a truck, but it sure sounded like a plane when it passed over the house. I heard the garage door open and close. Another person came in and yelled at me. Then I heard a car door slam. I thought maybe Eric was home, but I wasn't sure. I tried to pick up the bottle of water. It was gone. Then Eric was there, and he was real. I almost pinched him to make sure, but I was waking up enough to know that wouldn't be my best ever idea. I still hurt, but I didn't need sleep anymore.
And so, here I am, a couple of hours later, trying to recall the dreams before they vanish completely. Too late, they are almost gone. I still hurt. Less than this morning, and far less than when I got home. I managed to accomplish my main goal today despite the pain, and I got a box of Tagalongs out of it, too.
Oh yeah, the train I wanted to blog about? Someone made a "Conjunction Junction" set out of LEGO. All the boxcars and tankers with the words on them, sitting in a switching yard so they could be moved around with the controllers. Heh. One of the more amusing displays I've seen in a long time.
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