Fibromyalgia!

Okay, okay! Enough whining about the weather. I'll whine about something else.

I recently received a diagnosis for a chronic host of symptoms I have endured for close to 20 years, maybe more now that I think of it. Fibromyalgia evidently really is a disease and not one made up to attach to whiners, malingerers and complainers.

I may certainly be a whiner and complainer but I have never been a malingerer. I love to be busy about my home. In fact, idleness irritates me, seems wasteful. Hence, though I love solitude, I'm not actually sitting on the sofa watching soaps and eating bon-bons. Others may have time to split hairs over theological this and that. They may have much more ivory-tower-time than I do to contemplate deep issues that, frankly, I'm probably just not interested in. I prefer action. In fact, that's something I've kind of noticed about some of the intellectuals in my life (not that I have a lot of them :>): they seem to think too much and act too little. You can spend hours delving into the theology of God's love, but if you don't actually exhibit it....well, you get my drift! You can urge the importance of hospitality on others, but if you don't practice it yourself, it's just a chasing after the wind.

It's not that I don't spend time in thought. I do. Actually quite a bit of time. But I have a list every morning that I try to work through every day. Sometimes I am not too successful. It irritates me to have physical restrictions placed on what I am able to do so maybe I am still at the stage of dealing with fibromyalgia where I am a bit perturbed by the whole thing and still thinking maybe it's my own fault. Maybe I just need to 'buck up'!

I really don't have time to think about it right now. I've got work to do.