Broken pieces

This week a friend came over, saw our brightly coloured cube keyring hanging from our back door key, and decided to take it apart. When he couldn’t put it back together, he left the pieces on our kitchen table and we’ve spent the last 48 hours trying to put this Christmas cracker toy back together, with no success.

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This morning, two weeks in to one of the worst flare ups I’ve ever had, I sat at the kitchen table staring at the six pieces of the puzzle. What a metaphor for my current physical state! Pulled apart, it feels like it should be so simple to put the pieces together and rebuild this solid cube but I feel like I’ve tried every possible option and still the pieces sit before me, useless and redundant.

I pushed the pieces to one side, put the keyring-less key back in the door and gave up. As Robin started to play with the pieces I said, “don’t bother – it’s broken.” Refusing to be beaten after the hours already spent trying to rebuild the cube, he took to Youtube to find a video that would show him how to put Humpty back together again.

Five minutes later and satisfied, natural order was restored and the cube now sits back on the keyring hanging from our door. A quick Google has ended days of frustration. If only a fibromyalgia was as easy to fix…

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