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Percy had recently received a Fibromyalgia diagnosis after years of dealing with doctors not listening to him.
It was relieving to finally have answers and have a course of treatment besides just eating some ambrosia whenever things got too unbearable, but things didn't just magically get better overnight.
Truthfully, he knew he would never fully be free of it and, no matter how hard he worked on his treatment, he would still have flare-ups.
He knew as soon as he woke up one particular morning that his body had gone into one of those flare-ups.
He couldn't even get out of bed. Every little movement sent his pain soaring to a ten, easily. He felt useless and, worse, like he was being lazy.