Or so it feels like.
I do mean both physically and just…. everything. I’ve posted before about what I think of weekends, but this one is the first in a while that I’ve truly had trouble with.
Not because my lupus or IBS or whatever the fuck else decides to be worse Fri-Sun, but because the whole ‘family time’ for around 70 hours straight somehow becomes a shit storm of stress, pain and misery (and not just because Mr. Mango is in a God of War binge and it sounds like constant death and destruction in our living room).
Really though, it feels like Kratos is hacking away at my upper body. I had almost felt blessed that the vasculitis had left my extremities alone for over a month or so, even with everything else going on. I guess it was short lived because it is back with a vengeance and it’s like I’m being frost burned from the inside out all down my right side.
So much for being hopeful that the higher doses of Planquenil were doing their job… its time to look for alternative options. Steroids or already were in the cards for my next visit and now with Crohn’s being the likely cause for my intestinal woes, it makes all the more sense. Two birds one stone, right?
On top of feeling like I’m burning physically and emotionally, I managed to kind of torch supper.
Pepper flake and ginger chicken breast, rosemary and white wine dressed potatoes, garlic infused brussels sprouts (OMG it’s been months since me and my favorite veggie spent time together) with a glass of our freshly bottled blush wine. Of course everything but the wine got roasted for far too long, but still the highlight of my day.
I cannot even express how happy I am that tomorrow is Monday and that the man of the house will be gone for work at 7am, 6am if he hauls his ass to the gym first. Seriously, some time apart could do us good (or real furious fire instead of sexy sparks might truly happen). On top of that, only a couple more weeks before… school.
While I wait for the last few moments of this weekend to come to an end, I’m going to crank my melodic metal and put a small flame to an even smaller little pack of herbal remedy that hopefully will take enough of the fire away from my muscles and joints to let me fall into a…. relative daze because lets face it, sleep seems far from possible at the moment.