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I just saw a commercial featuring the guy who invented the chocks that replace pitons in rock climbing.
Dammit. I WANT TO GO ROCK CLIMBING. I want to go windsurfing. And hiking. And dancing. And horseback riding. And learn to ski. And walk around Paris, London, Rome, Berlin.
But I can't. I mean, I can try...but I'll pay for it dearly. I can barely walk the supermarket without pain. It takes days to recuperate from any exertion.
I WANT MY BODY BACK!!!! I want to be who I used to be: active and adventurous.
I hate Fibromyalgia. I hate my body as much as it hates me. Dammit, I want to be normal again.
Dammit. I WANT TO GO ROCK CLIMBING. I want to go windsurfing. And hiking. And dancing. And horseback riding. And learn to ski. And walk around Paris, London, Rome, Berlin.
But I can't. I mean, I can try...but I'll pay for it dearly. I can barely walk the supermarket without pain. It takes days to recuperate from any exertion.
I WANT MY BODY BACK!!!! I want to be who I used to be: active and adventurous.
I hate Fibromyalgia. I hate my body as much as it hates me. Dammit, I want to be normal again.
