That is French for, "the sigh", well not really, but it should be.  The only regret I have about becoming sick so young is the effect it’s had on my social life.  Not that I had any choice in the matter, but overall I’ve been able to deal with my usual wicked awesomeness if I do say so myself. A lot of the women I know with fibromyalgia were already married when they got sick.  I’ve always looked on it as a blessing that anyone I would marry (he better be wicked awesome by the way), would know what they were getting into.

Last week, I had a good date.  I’m one of the few people I know that would be bummed about this.  Mostly because I don’t feel like I was giving an accurate picture of myself.  I wasn’t trying to hide the fact that I’m sick, it just doesn’t naturally come as first date conversation for me.  So I got stuck on questions like "What do you like to do for fun?"  My answer would honestly be "Well, I sit very quietly in a room with no LED’s in it & try not to move".  Then he asked "Do you like being outside".  My truthful answer would be "When outside is trying not to kill me".  By dodging the questions I came across as some sort of boring nature hating freak. I was somewhat relieved that he didn’t call back, because this is something I need to figure out.  Hence the le sigh.

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