Many of us with fibromyalgia have “good days,” the idea of which can confuse people who don’t understand chronic illness. Having a good day does not mean I’ve been cured of fibromyalgia. My version of a good day is not the same as a healthy person’s version of a good day. I completely understand how people can get confused and why I often hear statements such as: “You don’t look ill,” “You look the like the picture of health”and “Are you better now?”
Some people find comments like these upsetting, because they feel like an insult. I take it as a compliment. I love the fact that I can post a photo on social media and feel like “old Ness” again. Often that photo is taken at the start of a good day. I get loads of likes, compliments and confidence boosts. It doesn’t matter to me that by lunch time I am back in my pajamas and on the couch or in bed, exhausted. I have had that little boost and it raises my spirits.
A good day doesn’t have to vary much from my usual routine. I can still spend the day crocheting; however, I am in less pain. My chronic fatigue never falters, that is the same every day. But on a good day, I will fall asleep with remnants of red lipstick on. On a bad day there is no red lipstick as I can’t even manage a wash let alone my war paint!