My original motivation for starting this blog was to have a place to “vent” about the nasty nature of living and more importantly working with Fibromyalgia. Many people don’t understand or even believe in Fibromyalgia. Most days I don’t understand it either. Just when you think you’ve got a grip on the varied symptoms and have a working plan to deal with them…you get hit with something completely new and it shakes your confidence that you can stay in control of this mysterious foe. This past week has been a case in point. I started to get a few new and yes irritating symptoms that I have never before had to deal with. So just when I’m ready to begin that feared decent it self pity my lovely, kind and beautiful partner encourages me to tackle walking through Rome in the snow and slush. Out we go to find vey few souls are on the streets and even fewer shops or cafes are open. No problem, we still make our way across the city to the Spanish Steps and see the small piazza covered in a blanket of fluffy white. It is a beautiful sight made even more spectacular because we walked here. We did not take a bus or a taxi or any other transport. If you had asked me this morning what I I thought I could do today (considering my level of pain) I would have said “I probably can’t go very far”. Enter Pamela to kick me into action. 3 hours later we return!