Have you noticed that I’ve been amusing myself writing poems lately? (If you haven’t noticed that is evidence you are not reading my blog as often as you should be!)
My chronic fatigue has reared its “rear”. Sitting and moving my fingers on the keyboard, one at a time, is about all the physical energy I have had to expend. (mental energy is another matter . . .)
There once was a lass
who ran out of gas
As her windshield grew hazy
she became quite lazy
removing the rust from her a_ _
“I hope you didn’t hear that!”
CURIOUS to the MAX 
Oooh, I didn’t know you had chronic fatigue. You’d never know it, from what I’ve seen. Take a nap. I might join you.
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Jacqui,
Yup, the pain, depression and brain fog I can usually keep on low simmer on the back-burner – the exhaustion is the tough one for me. I try hard to pace myself. Anytime you want a nap, let me know!
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gigantic wheels?
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Shari,
It’s hard to rotate gigantic wheels but I may look for flashier rims.
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I suspect the lass has rims flashy enough!
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Rims may need a bit of simonize . . .
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Your poem made me laugh, but as to its serious side–it must be frustrating to suffer from fibromyalgia. It bears no outward signs, but my other friends who have it become debillitated. One moved to a warmer climate and has improved. Keep on keepin’ on!
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Kathy,
It is frustrating to look like the picture of health (for a 70 year old) and feel like a 170 year old. I am not debilitated but the symptoms are difficult to manage. I do, however, count my blessings for what I do NOT have which could be far worse.
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LOL! You made me laughing on the last phrase… 🙂
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