I have heat cream from the hips to the ankles, and my legs feel on fire. Today, I worked a nine-hour shift at the childcare centre in the Foreign Affairs building. I was in the baby room all day.

OMIGOD!!! I LOVE BABIES!!! HOW MUCH DO THEY ROCK???

Mentally, it was so not taxing: Look! It's a sheep. Baa! What sound does a sheep make? Baa! *Gasp* He's popped up again. Let's push him down again. Wow! Aren't you clever! What noise does a cow make?

Piece of cake. Just playing with babies, feeding babies and changing nappies (nowhere near as bad as you think, and becomes extremely clinical and routine after about the third one).

Physically, it was hard. My thighs and right hip are killing me from holding the weight of babies. But how cute are they???

Besides, the thing about Fibromyalgia is: in the long term, physical exertion helps. In both the short and long term, mental exertion, ie STRESS is extremely bad. So a low stress job that's physically a little difficult is a better thing than the other way round. And you can push yourself physically: it's even good for you to go a little further. The same is not true of stress.

So, signing off now, but just remember:

I can change nappy after nappy, serve up tasty green mush and then clean the major part of it off a shirt, entertain three babies at the same time (one on the left with the pop-up animals, one on the right with the ball and one on my lap with teddy), and that my legs hurt!!!