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Sep 13, 2008 21:54

Tonight could have gone a lot better. I spent almost two hours trying to find Ephraim's house (the trip should have been around half an hour, less if I'd timed the buses better) and finally caved and hopped on the streetcar home when I established that none of the people I specifically invited to the party - and so who knew no one else - were going to make it. I'm in a lot less pain than I thought I would be, but I'm also in a safe, quiet place and you can bet your damn boots that since I woke up in pain this morning, a two hours walk-about with a heavy knapsack has ensured I'll do it again tomorrow. I know it's really awful manners to skip the party you're cohosting (and I am sorry), but there's only so much health I can fake and I probably would have pain flared if I'd pushed on much longer. No party needs a guest (or a host!) spending at least an hour twisted up and sobbing in uncontrollable pain. (Today would be the first day in three weeks that I've forgotten to pack my pain medication.)

I really need to stop doing so much, except at this point, I'm really down to skipping class and class-related workshops. Which means I can collapse in a heap Thursday night and not move again until Monday morning, but in the meantime, I've got to keep it together as best I can.

Edit: Now with added humour shamelessly ganked from fandom_wank.

A figher, a wizard, a cleric, and a thief walk into a bar. The bartender says, "What is this, a party?"

fibromyalgia, friends

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