Some days don't go well. Like today.
My fibromyalgia was paining me badly and I was so tired that I could hardly breathe. But I really wanted to bake some no knead bread to accompany my pea and ham soup for dinner tonight.
I prepared the soup and decided to do it in the slow cooker. Knowing I had a flare and practically no spoons, I bought all pre diced onions and garlic and carrots and as far as the preparation went, it was not too taxing on me.
Covering the dough to proof, I made Chris and I a cup of tea and literally crashed into bed for a nana nap.
Coming out a bit later, putting the dough into the dutch oven, I bent down to get something out of my cupboard- my back seized on me and I couldn't rise back up. Leaning on the cupboard door, there was an almighty crack and the pine gave way and the door broke off from the hinges. I felt so upset.
I decided to check on the soup and to my horror, I saw that I had forgotten to turn the power on by the power plug. It was far too late to set it going for dinner time.
Because I had no energy, I asked Chris to transport the crockpot of prepared soup to the fridge. I just didn't trust myself.
It's so true that the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. No truer word ever for a fibromyalgia sufferer.
I am hoping tomorrow will be better. If not, I am going to stay in bed.
