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Thanks everyone. I think my feelings coming home from my friend's were typical end of vacation feelings. We see it here in Florida all the time. Folks come here on vacation, enjoy themselves and decide to move here thinking it will be all fun at the beach when they get here. Then reality raises its head - got to work, pay bills, take out the garbage, all the day to day living stuff. I also reminded myself that when I'm working I cherish my alone time in the evenings. I spend my days helping other people with their problems. I relish the ability to come home and not have to look at another human being until the next day.
Kiya, you pegged it. I want a normal life. I go through periods of hating having this disorder. I rant about what I've lost because of it. Then I settle down again and accept that it is what it is. Tuesday was one of the days I really hated having fibro.
All this said, when I go back to work I'm going to see how I feel in the evenings and on the weekends. Them I'm going to decide if I have the energy to volunteer somewhere.
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