My Worst Fibro Flare and How I Coped: Weird Tricks That Saved Me
It was a Tuesday morning, and I woke up feeling like I’d been run over by a dump truck—minus the gratitude of getting free dirt in my hair. That’s how fibromyalgia flares always sneak up on me: stealthy, unwelcome, and prone to turning an ordinary day into a battleground of pain, fatigue, and mental fog….