Neither Mark or I slept well last night. He was refluxing terribly. I was caught in that circle of not being able to get comfortable enough to relax and, thus, not being able to relax enough to get comfortable. I've woken up hurting the last 2 mornings. That hasn't happened since I started the fibro drugs, which either means I need more, they are not the exact right drugs for me or they are no match for a bad flare-up.
This picture, ganked from sweeny_todd perfectly sums up yesterday's activies:
Pirates Keep Things Cool.
1. What color are your sheets?
2. What are you wearing today?
3. What would you do for a Klondike Bar?
I have physical therapy in an hour and 15 min. It's not worth trying to drive to work and back so Mark is making me have a lie-in on the couch. Later