Sometimes I wonder why I bother to go to bed at all. After spending another night tossing and turning (perhaps the residual effects of the pseudoephidrine I've been taking for my cold?) and waking totally unrefreshed, I say again, why bother? I know that I'm in for another day of dragging this poor body around, feeling achy, acting prickly, and generally just not giving a damn. The main problem with having FMS is that unless you get good sleep you feel crappy, and with FMS you rarely get good sleep. See my dilemma? So I apologize in advamce for biting your head off when you ask how I am today, or just ignoring you, which sometimes is just the easiest way to go.
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I totally agree with you. Except in my case, the main reason I can't sleep is because the room is an extreme temperature, I am distracted by my roommate talking in her sleep, or am afraid that I will be attacked by that same sleep-walking roommate waving a sharp knife around.
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