You know your health is bad when…

So I was grousing to my wonderful roommate about my latest health issue when she said that living with me has made her appreciate her own relatively good health more.
This doesn’t seem like a big deal until you realize that she’s 74. A healthy 74, mind you, but still. She’s nearly three times my age and I make her feel healthy.
Yeesh.
In other news: the thing I miss most about my pre-fibro days is probably my ability to go without sleep. I got about five hours last night and now feel like crap. Fortunately, the reason I was up so late is that my bestest internet friend, Annie, landed at SFO at 11:35pm. It’s always easier to deal with feeling not-so-hot when you have fun stuff on your plate! After my half-day of work, we’re going to go see The Mystery Spot and one of the State Parks with lots of redwoods. Should be a blast. Woo hoo! Take that, fibro. I refuse to not have a good time just because you are making me achy and tired. So there!