A Toy Story Winter Tale
If Woody & Buzz had Fibromyalgia in winter, even getting out of bed would require a rescue mission. Winter arrives like an unexpected villain in my story. One minute I’m Woody, confidently leading the toys through Andy’s room, and the next I’m Buzz Lightyear after his batteries died halfway to infinity and beyond. Fibromyalgia in winter feels a bit like the toys being left outside overnight. My muscles become Mr. Potato Head pieces that somehow got mixed into the wrong box. My knees creak louder than Rex trying to be scary. My hands forget they belong to me, and my energy disappears faster than Ham’s coins. The cold sneaks in like Sid. Not dramatic enough to be seen by everyone else, but causing absolute chaos behind the scenes. On good summer days, my body feels like a toy with brand-new batteries. In winter? It feels like someone replaced them with the batteries from a TV remote that’s been blinking “low battery” since 2019. And then comes the fibro fog. Imagine Buzz trying to re...