Things were going along swimmingly. Our houseguests were gone, I spent Friday doing laundry and getting things in the house back to normal, and still felt well (as well as you ever feel when you have fibromyalgia, anyway). By the following Tuesday, though, I felt as though I’d been hit by a truck. There was no warning or anything – I was fine….until I wasn’t.

People who live with fibromyalgia often talk about its unpredictability, and this is exactly what they’re talking about. You can feel fine one day and the next you can barely get out of the bed. For me, these are the hardest flares to deal with. In my post Fibromyalgia Flares: Do You Experience Any Warning Signs? I talked about how I often have some clues that a flare is coming and can take steps to help lessen my pain level or shorten the flare, but…