When I woke up, after sleeping soundly all night in my wonderful waterbed, I was getting another Monster Headache. I took a Vicodin, but I'm still achy all over, and I know the headache is in there, waiting for the pill to wear off. My head feels like it's stuffed with hard cotton. It's totally clear that the FM symptoms respond to stress. 

I got most of the stuff I want to take to Dallas into a suitcase. Art supplies, my Spanish books, some family photos. I'll take a wardrobe to California and leave it there, and take the suitcase when I fly to Dallas. It was actually pretty easy to decide what to take, since I only get 50 pounds and the most essential stuff took all the weight allowance.

My sister phoned from Florida. She has Mother this morning. They are driving around looking at the flood waters. Mother, of course, ordered me to come to see her immediately. She began the conversation with, "Do you remember me?" Having lived with her manipulation all my life, I feel a pull when I'm disobeying, but I stay away from them and don't have much contact with them. When I am in touch with them, I am often sick for days.