So you're back; my on-again off-again nemesis for the past thirty years. You surprised me this time; I thought that perhaps you had moved on for good. The hints to your imminent return were there, I just chose not to see them.
I am amazed at how quickly you get into my life, how all-encompassing your presence is each time you come back. You are a worthy adversary to be sure.
Last night I lay awake hour after hour, tossing and turning, bemoaning the fact that you had returned. Every inch of my body seemed to cry out as witness to your reappearing.
I will not concede defeat; I will never concede defeat. Though you are strong, I am stronger. You may occasionally win a battle, but you will not win the war. I have learned a thing or two about you over the years; I know when to fight and when to sit back and let it appear that you have your own way.
I know your appearance is fleeting and that you will eventually move on; I can be patient.
I'm on to you, Fibromyalgia.