Fourth Day

I just woke up and it's the fourth day of pain. By now, I know it's fibromyalgia. I can't always tell right away.
I woke up with pain, nausea, and anxiety. Part of the anxiety is my body's natural reaction with a fight/flight reaction.  The other part of anxiety comes because I know I can't make it go away and I don't know how long it will last and I don't want to do anything that will make it worse.
I dread the commitments I've made for today. I'm supposed to tutor English this morning for two hours. My student and her husband asked me to help them switch their checking accounts from one bank to another this afternoon. I feel bad about cancelling.
I was at the garden yesterday. I had woken from a nap and felt really good. I needed to water since the plants are so little and the seeds haven't breached ground yet. It was sunny so I thought I'd get too warm, but it was really windy.
It's sunny again today, but it was supposed to be 38F last night, so it's not going to warm up until this afternoon. I'm going to go cancel tutoring, take some Oxycontin, and vegetate.