I’ve had a go go go past few weeks.
-Spent a week in CA for work. Going to bed at midnight CA time but waking up automatically at 645 NC time does not make RA happy.
-Drank too much tequila my last night in CA and flew back to NC with an extreme hangover.
-Hangover plus stiffness from traveling plus lack of sleep=mini flare.
-Slept for two days. Fitfully because random places keep swelling.
-Went to bluegrass festival in the boonies. Was the only ‘non-hippie’ there. LOL. Was made to stand in the back of the bus on ride back to parking area.To quote my friend, “how do you feel being made to stand not just in the back of the bus, but in the back of THIS bus?” Laughed hysterically and blasted Outkast on the way home.
-Learned from this situation that even if I’m in a flare, I don’t hurt as bad if I do something I want to do vs something I have to do. Would this be called selective RA? Ha.
-Hit my highest personal production my office has ever seen.
-Had to deal with some growing pains due to my increased production. But growing pains because of increased production = good whereas growing pains caused by shrinking production = not good.
-Stress from high production and growing pains = skipping lunch, not drinking enough water, increased fatigue. Continued random pains.
-Found out our company’s chief sales officer (who is kind of scary…but very nice in person) would be spending a day with me….the day before she got there….and wanted to go with me on several client appointments. No stress. While dealing with a mini flare.
-Pulled said appointments out of my rear. Still not quite sure how I did that with such big prospects and such little notice. Mini flare became ‘congratulatory flare.’
-Screwed up my Humira injection- it clicked like it normally does when it’s done. It was not. Spraying approximately $1200 worth of Humira all over your kitchen is not good for flare. Or temper.
-Had my direct supervisor in town Monday – Wed this week. Direct supervisor is a hoot but a horrible driver. I thankfully did not get carsick. Again. Jolting around in a car for three days is not good for mini flare.
This weekend, I head to my cousin’s wedding. If you don’t sense excitement, you may be correct. Nothing against my cousin. I love her and I’m very happy for her. But the last thing I want to do is to spend more time in a car, more time on my feet, making small talk dodging questions about both RA or why I’m still single at a dry wedding with vegan meal options in a barn in the middle of nowhere. For real.
I need a massage. And a break.