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Nobody could remember when it was.
Nobody could remember the color of the ribbons.
We couldn't find a ribbon color that wasn't already used that coordinated with all colors of sweats.
The ribbon's pin pushed on a trigger point.
Patients with Fibromyalgia couldn't fold the ribbon into the proper shape.
How could there be an awareness day for something that doesn't exist?
Patients with Fibromyalgia are too depressed to get out of bed and attend a rally.
Social Security would use the ability to rally as proof of our ability to work.
Everyone kept getting paper cuts trying to fold all the flyers.
The bags carrying our meds were too heavy to carry.
No one wanted to leave home overnight because they couldn't pack their beds.
Someone had to hold the planning meeting, and nobody's house was clean enough.
Someone set up a massage booth, and it got so crowded it collapsed. Since everyone was in the booth at that time, there was no one left to rally.
Everyone wanted the same bumper stickers *See, I Told You I Was Sick!* and the printers ran out!
There weren't enough porta-potties in the state for the folks with Irritable Bowel Syndrome!
The politicians suddenly realized the size of our voting block, and their media trucks filled all the parking spots.
Some doctor said it’s all in your head but they never found the body.
The booth offering *Chocolate Diet Pills* ran out in ten minutes.
The people using TENS units shorted out the Pacific power grid.
10 percent of the crowd went into flare at the same time, and the resulting glow melted the ice caps at both poles!
from Living on a Dime Chronic Fatigue and Fibromyalgia Humor
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