What a great birthday. What an idiot.
–Rhys Darby
Probably the most irritating thing about living with fibromyalgia is that it can flare up at any time without notice, especially if you’ve had one of those weeks where you’ve been kind of unmindful. For example when you go a-flyin’ over your bike handlebars and then not giving your body time for any rest.
There is an irony here in that I earn a living helping people look after their bodies, helping people work within their limitations.
Physician heal thyself…..
So consequently yesterday didn’t go as planned, but I am hugely fortunate to know fab people who don’t mind when I have to bail on them and curl up on the sofa with Flight of the Conchords.
Today was better. I taught yoga and then got spoiled for the rest of the day 
For a while now I have become more than a little obsessed with getting a pug. I asked for a pug pup for my birthday knowing full well I wouldn’t get one because we are totally not in the right place to have a dog right now. But I did get one, even if it wasn’t a real live one!
Awwww…
Big thank you for all your lovely birthday messages/texts/emails etc. Every single one is sooo appreciated especially after such a shitty day yesterday.
Another year over and it’s all OK.
