Jess woke up very sore today. Sadly, she is showing a LOT of the signs of fibro that I showed at her age. I haven't told her that, and won't at this point. Until we can get a doctor to see that she really IS having problems, and not just blow her off, I don't want to have her looking for more problems than are there. But I hate it when she hurts. She has a pretty good attitude though. she came to me looking for her muscle relaxer (doctor rx'd them for the back spasms she gets so often but she has to let ME know when she needs one, they are not in her regular medication box.) She looked at me and said, "I feel like I was hit by a car." pause "and I KNOW how that feels." Then we both giggled. It was funny, but kinda sad. At least for me. I am impressed by her attitude and determination to not let it stop her, but dang it, why can't she be healthy? She has already, by age 13, gone through so dang much. All the years of physical abuse she kept quiet from us (for those who were not there - Wiz abused Jessie very badly, even tried to kill her. She took it for years, hiding it from us, because Wiz said he would kill thank you if she told us. She was just a little girl (2nd grade when we found out!), and she has worked so HARD in therapy to deal with all of it. It just doesn't seem like she should have to deal with all of this health crud on top of that. It's NOT FAIR!!! Ok. done whining. Thanks for listening to me.