I’m sure many of you have visions of Don Quixote making a run at a windmill … with a spoon. And yes, that’s a little bit of what I had in mind when I came up with this blog name. But there’s more to it. In the Chronic Illness world, spoons are everything. We measure out our days with spoons of energy. We proudly call ourselves Spoonies, and complete the daily tasks in our lives with the spoons we are dealt each day. The number we have each day changes depending on a lot of factors that we have no control over. So I guess there’s a certain amount of irony in metaphorically using one of my spoons to tilt at an imaginary windmill. But maybe there’s a little bit of bravery there as well, in using a real spoon or two to share my story with all of you. Inside you’ll find a whole lot of realness. I don’t pull punches in my real life, and I don’t intend to do so with this blog. Fibromyalgia is a nasty bitch, and I plan to be honest about the reality of living with this condition. And if the last sentence is any indication, there will be a fair dose of adult language and humor. I’m a logophile, and I love a well-placed four-letter word as much as I love a perfectly chosen SAT level word. If painful reality and cussing isn’t your thing, then this isn’t going to be the blog for you. But if you’d like to journey along with me, give me a follow. At the very least, I can offer some humor along with the rest of the stories.