I’m slowly starting to feel better. Slowly.
I credit Prednisone with that for now- I start my new meds this week. I think. Can I get a very sarcastic THANKS FOR NOTHING sent out to BC/BS for dragging their feet so long on approving Remicade that I was able to fully enroll in a study at my rheumatologist’s office instead? So instead of dealing with their craptastic coverage and customer service as well as paying co-pays for all sorts of things, I’m going to get a little bit of extra cash, free meds, free labs, free x-rays, and weekly appointments with my doctor for….free. SUCK ON THAT, BLUE CROSS BLUE SHIELD. I really appreciate it.
This past weekend was the first weekend since probably April where I really felt that I was present and engaged in my life at a level resembling normal. I’m trying to slowly increase my activity levels both physically and socially. I went on several short walks around the park. I went to the Farmers Market and got a ton of fresh fruits and veggies for $15. Then I came home and I marinated chicken in tequila, lime juice, onions, and garlic. Then I popped it on the grill with fresh farm grown squash and corn on the cob. I served all of the above with fresh home made salsa.
I have to say that even for someone who hates cooking, there is something satisfying about your whole house smelling like cilantro.
The whole preparing of the meal, the actual cooking, and even the cleaning was easy activity level but busy enough activity wise to keep me from being bored.
And I didn’t burn the condo down. SCORE.
I didn’t realize until Saturday night just how “not there” I’ve been.
I met a group of people out for drinks at one of our usual haunts. I walked in, sat down at the bar, and ordered a glass of wine. At a lull in the conversation, another friend came up to me and said that a bunch of people were going outside to play bocci ball and did I want to come.
“OH! YEAH!” I slid off my chair and started following her outside. I LOVE bar games. I didn’t intend to play myself because my wrists are still sore but when there are drinks, balls/darts/other things that must be thrown/rolled/hit/flung and then you add in my friends…something funny always happens. Particularly at this bar where the nimrod who installed the bocci ball court made it face a busy street with a low wall.
Nope, I’m not missing this for anything.
Before I could even walk 10 feet, my friend stopped and turned around smiling.
“Wow. That was actually sincere!”
I just smiled.
For sure. But ouch. That clearly implies that she knows that most recently I’ve only been going through the motions of things and maybe not terribly enthusiastic to hang out with her and the others even when I thought I was putting up a good front and that…sincerely hurts. On the flip side, the fact that she/they continue to include me when I’m sure that some nights I’m about as much fun as a root canal…means the world.
I really do have awesome friends.
My friends didn’t disappoint- neither cars nor pedestrians were injured in our game but one of my friends hit the back wall with such force that it split the ball in half.
And, as yet another sign that I’m still not back to 100%, I woke up Sunday morning feeling that groggy, super tired slight hangover feeling.
Really? 2 glasses of wine? And lots of water?
What the heck?!?
That’s just wrong.