sun, you are my sunshine.

There's sun. In Pittsburgh. Finally. And it only took a bazillion months.

This is a photo of me {er, of my legs} from my lunch break today. I went outside, I did. Threw off the chains of my computer, phone, and the how-can-I-help-you associated with my daily duties.

Threw them off. Gave them the finger. Told them to go shove it.

And I sat in the sun, and it just seeped into my very core. And I felt like I could breathe again for the first time since September. Yes, September.

I think I may have Fibromyalgia. {Talk about a change in subject, huh?} I tell you this because I have been wondering for some time now why I a} am in chronic pain, b} am absolutely miserable when it's below 60 degrees, c} suffering from IBS, migraines, and other sundry ailments, and d} fatigued. The weather has made all of this so much worse, so much harder for my body to function, so much more responsible, I think, for the depression I've been experiencing.

So I did a little research {thank you, Interwebz} and discovered that I have almost ALL the symptoms of Fibromyalgia. And I also learned that a possible cause of Fibromyalgia is {drum roll, please} FLOURIDE POISONING. And guess who used to swallow her toothpaste for, oh, several years of her childhood? Yup. Me. {I know, I know. Gross, right? But I was a little kid who just like its minty deliciousness.} Looks like I'll be calling my doctor this afternoon and setting up an appointment to get this stuff Checked Out For Realz.

In the meantime, though, I'm going to go back outside and let the sun seep into my body. That vitamin D is some good stuff, yo. And it's free. 

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