u/ceciliameireles

Pessoal, faz seis meses que eu e meu namorado batemos ponto no mesmo bar e pra hoje queríamos algo diferente. Só que parece que nessa cidade tem toque de recolher agora, todos os lugares fecham meia noite, uma da manhã no máximo.

Tamos nos arrumando pra sair aqui e pensei em ver com vocês sugestões.

Queríamos algum lugar em que desse tanto pra dançar quanto pra sentar e papear. Mas, sinceramente, uma mesa na calçada já tá ótimo. Contanto que seja amigável com pessoas nitidamente lgbtq e fique aberto até umas quatro pelo menos, ta valendo.

Agradeço desde já as sugestões :)

Hi everyone! I’m a lady in her mid thirties who’s been diagnosed with fibromyalgia for a bit over 8 years. On top of that, I have an extra bone in my body (accessory navicular syndrome) which causes excruciating localized pain on top of my generalized one. Fun!

Anyways. That’s the introductions. Here’s the context:

I played a game with my friends today. We’re all on a holiday together and decided to try Blood on the clocktower. I won’t bother myself or yall with the details of the game, but it’s important to know that a big deal about it is being given a role, which might make you a villain, a hero, a townsfolk etc. You must deceive people and gather information in order to reach your goals.

We were at the fourth game of the night and I had been in pain since about three hours before we even started playing, so you can imagine how I was feeling. I had challenged myself to not tap out because of fatigue because, hell, when are we getting a bunch of thirty year olds together for a game again? But I was also doubting my ability to fulfill my role, let alone make sense of the other players’ strategies while feeling the tiny aliens inside me gnawing at my skin from under it.

But then we started the fourth game.

And I got the Imp. The Demon. The Big Bad. The one that has to deceive everyone - but his minion, his only ally in the game - that he’s a helpless little guy.

I instantly decided to use my pain to my advange.

I leaned into it /hard/. I made sure not to overstate my pain level at any time. I didn’t have to anyway. It was a 9 (and that’s because I save my 10s). What I did was tell people constantly that I felt too dumb to understand their theories or to offer my own, that I had to lay down for a while (which gave me an opportunity to talk to my minion unsupervised and fill her in on my plan), conveniently leave the room to fetch my meds or an extra blanket while they were discussing something I wouldn’t be able to explain, and just overall count on my friends’ kindness hoping they would feel so bad for me that I’d become some sort of helpless lamb to them.

Long story short: it worked. My minion and I fooled everyone. We had them kill each other one by one.

Fibromyalgia really is a force of evil. Conveniently, we were on the same team today.

My final words of advice are: cultivate your friendships and don’t stop playing games with your friends. It’s hard to get through this pain, but alone it is way harder.