Tuesday was one of the best days I've had in months!! It's for sure the least amount of pain I've had in a while. While really digging having the windows and doors open, I sat at the dining room table and worked on a baby quilt for a friend's new son. It was so good to be creative again. :-) It's almost finished. I'll post a picture when I'm done.
Unfortunately, I was feeling so well that I didn't pace myself properly. :-( I was having so much fun putting my blocks and rows together that I didn't have the common sense to go to bed at a decent hour. That's what happens with those of us who have Fibromyalgia, we finally get a good day and we try to make up for the days, weeks or even months of feeling like death warmed over. The result is a very bad day or days afterward. I finally came to my senses about 5 am Tuesday night/Wednesday morning and went to bed. I really wanted to stay up and finish putting my slashing on the quilt. I got it pinned on and went to bed. I fold newsletters at the church on the fourth Wednesday so no staying in bed all day to recover. What have I done to myself and when will I learn???