That reminds me of an old Sally Forth comic strip: The alarm goes off. She tells her husband she's calling in sleepy. He convinces her not to. She staggers to the bathroom, looks at her reflection in the mirror, and says, "I'm calling in ugly."
Midnight Kitty, I'm with you all the way. I have fibro too, with depression. My employer forced me to take a disability retirement, due to having to take anti-depressants.
Oh, well, at least they have to pay me a pension.
I think I've already told the tale of professional Darwinism from that job...