I promise this my last fibro post for a while.
Nobody could remember when it was.
Nobody could remember the color of the ribbons.
We couldn't find a color ribbon that wasn't used that coordinated with the colors of all the sweats.
The ribbon's pin pushed on a trigger point.
How could there be a day for something that doesn't exist?
Patients with fibromyalgia couldn't fold the ribbon into the proper shape.
Patients with fibromyalgia are too depressed to get out of bed to attend a rally.
Social Security would use our ability to rally as proof of our ability to work.
Everybody kept getting paper-cuts from trying to fold the flyers.
The bags carrying our medications were too heavy to carry.
No one wanted to leave home overnight because they couldn't pack their beds.
Somebody had to hold the planning meeting, and nobody's house was clean enough.
Someone set up a massage booth, and it got so crowded it collapsed. Since everyone was in the booth at the time, nobody was left to rally.
Everyone wanted the bumper sticker, "See, I told you I was sick," but the printer ran out.
There weren't enough Porta-Potties in the state for the folks with Irritable Bowel Syndrome.
The politicians realized the size of the voting block, and the media trucks filled all the parking spots.
Some doctor said, "It's all in your head," but they never found the body.
The booth offering 'Chocolate Diet Pills' ran out in 10 minutes.
The people using TENS units shorted out the Pacific power grid.10 percent of the crowd went into a flare at the same time, and the resulting glow melted the ice caps at both poles.