Those Mack trucks are back!

Damn it anyway.

I managed so well on our 10-day vacation.

The body is a funny thing isn't it?

I knew by day seven that my body had had the biscuit.  I was really dragging bottom by then, but I had to keep on truckin', as they saying goes.  And I persevered.

On day eight, I took it slow and easy to try to 'catch up' a bit.

And it helped.

Somewhat.

But day nine took it all out of me.  I did the driving from Waterloo to St. Marys, to attend the Induction Ceremony at the Canadian Baseball Hall of Fame (boring!).    Then I again took the wheel for the drive from St. Marys back to our Toronto host's home where we were staying overnight before heading home the next morning.

I was really done for after that drive!

John did the complete drive home from Toronto on Sunday.

And I've been trying to get ahead of the curve ever since.

I managed to get the laundry done (there must have been five loads!) and put everything away so I feel 'settled' but my body is screaming at me from every muscle and fibre.

Yesterday, I had to go into the big city for a dental appointment and for my physio treatment.  The physio session helped tremendously to calm me; it always puts me in a very mellow frame of mind.

But this morning, I awoke again feeling like five Mack trucks had bounced me back and forth between them all night long.  Classic fibro flare-up!

Sure hope it doesn't last long because I've already tired of the overall fatigue and the complete muscle soreness.