I have no doubt in my mind that I have fibromyalgia. I'm undiagnosed because, apparently, I have really bad luck with doctors even believing it's a thing. I had to run a lot of errands on little sleep yesterday, so I am paying for it today. The weather is wet and cold, too, so that's not helping. Literally everything hurts right now; I'm sure you all know the feeling.

Don't let anyone tell you not to sweat the small stuff. I don't have anything truly big in my health dossier like cancer, thank goodness. But I've got a ton of tinier problems, all adding up to too much pain and trouble. The docs don't know where to start... and how does that make *me* feel? And try getting around to this clinic and that, try that specialist over there or maybe this one the next day... I know you need a week to recover, but is it so bad? Yeah, it is; try living with fibromyalgia when you don't have a car, can't afford a taxi, and can only use public transit. I'm not "disabled enough" to qualify for a wheelchair or for the charity taxi service called HopeLink... but too disabled to ride the bus thither and yon to get to all these different clinics and specialists. And no sympathy from a professional who pulls in a six-figure income!

Okay, enough grousing about class warfare, pain and suffering. I just wish I could sleep, but the pain is keeping me up. Maybe I'll go wake my partner and have him TLC me for a bit.