Better Late Than Never?

It has been a while since I have contributed to my own site dedicated to the madness of Fibromyalgia. It almost seems churlish to talk about aches and pains while the world goes through COVID. But the misery of others isn’t like downing the old co-codamol to stop your own body pain. It still happens.

Watching the Abflex presentation at 4am

I was sat on my sofa, church bell outside striking four, dog annoyed at my nocturnal activities. I watched eagerly as the Abflex was keenly advertised by a strapping gentleman with no body hair and a woman who looks like she could quite easily take me in a fight. I had no intention of buying

Why?

So why befoul the internet with yet more waffle? Could this vital service not be ably provided by the politicians and celebrities who are so skilful at it? Should I not just stop writing all together? Well, I’m afraid that’s not going to happen, mum. Join me, therefore, on a sporadic rant about fibromyalgia (often

Musings

“Girl I’m gonna make you sweat, sweat til ya’ can’t sweat no more…” Onegin, Canto IV This is a reasonably accurate image of what fibrofog, the beloved mental bowel movement that the fibromyalgia sufferer enjoys, is like. There is normally a brain in there too though. Not necessarily a large one – mine is the