Well, today didn’t quite go as planned.  And that’s ok.  Hang in there folks, this is a long one.

I planned on popping into to town for a little crafting and company and then straight home to Hubby and Girly for some Family Time.  Yeah.  The Universe thought my plan needed a slight adjustment.

Firstly, Fibro Flare was still hanging around like the last pickled onion in the jar (nobody wants to take it cos you aren’t sure how it will turn out to taste).  I felt shaky but able to get and go relax in the company of fellow crafty types while sipping Chai Lattes and eating flapjack.  So, despite the fact that getting dressed made me feel tired enough to go to bed, I headed out.

The crafting went well.  I sat with M and we chatted about the fun lifestyle of the chronically ill.  She has a lot of hassles with her meds giving her dodgy side effects while mine is just a dodgy bugger that I throw painkillers at to shut up for a bit.  We were just packing up when M noticed that the Bus Station was being cordoned off by the police.  Seeing as both M and I were planning on using the Bus Station to go home, this was a slight problem.  M investigated and found out there had been an accident involving a gas main pipe and everybody in the vicinity was being evacuated.

Seeing as I had planned for a short trip out with little walking involved, this was a slightly bigger problem.  I immediately figured out the best places to go and wait out the fun.  Friday afternoon just before rush hour is not the best of times to have to shut down the centre of the city.  I let Hubby know that I would be some time and M and I made our way up to another favoured cafe of ours – Madame Waffle.  Gluten free belgian waffles, what more need I say?

By the time, everything was reopened.  We had eaten and browsed the local art shop (I picked up the pen I really wanted to try!) and were more than ready for home.  I was feeling a little off and very tired.  To be honest, Fibro Fog kicked in and I don’t really remember getting to the bus and coming back to the Neighbourhood.  All I know is half way between the bus stop I got off at and home (about 100yards) I had a nasty dizzy spell and decided that sitting down was more preferable to falling down.

Basically put, I ran out of energy.  It was all done.  I was nauseous, dizzy and drained and couldn’t think how to move forward any further.  Luckily, Hubby happened to look out the window as I sat down and came for me.  He was my Knight in Shining Denim.  He pretty much picked me and my craft bag up and helped me indoors.  Needless to say, he has been a gem this evening looking after me.

I told him all about the day and after sitting down for an hour or two felt much better.  I even managed to do some drawing.  The thing is… I’m pretty sure if I were to do it again, I would do the same thing.  I really enjoyed my afternoon even with the fun and games of getting home.  Hubby isn’t happy but he understands why.

Happiness is… An understanding Hubby and gluten free waffles.