One Rough Week

Man, it has been one ROUGH week. I had a great weekend last weekend. I spent it with my cousins – their grandparents and aunt (and her son) were in town, so it was a full house. It was fantastic. Good food, the feeling of family, exceptional.

Then came Monday. I thought Monday would be good  - I had a great weekend with lots of sleep and healthy food. No such luck. Monday was brutal. I could only manage to crawl out of bed to use the bathroom – and that too only when I had to pee so badly I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tuesday was not much better. The fibromyalgia pain seems to be getting worse and worse, it feels like every muscle is on fire but not on fire.. maybe pins? It’s hard to explain the pain. My joints – even the ones that aren’t very swollen from the lupus flare up – HURT. A lot. It just seems to get worse and worse.

The only reason I dragged myself out of bed on Wednesday was that it was a really bad day of school to miss. Some things can’t be made up, so I went. I ran into my doctor that day – he didn’t look pleased at the sight of my joints, but said he hoped the Lyrica (pregabalin) kicks in soon… but it ended up being a 12 hour day. And I hadn’t started studying for my test on Thursday. Which meant 3.30am bedtime and only 4 hrs of sleep. Then Thursday was another 12 hour day.

I COLLAPSED into bed. I slept for 8 hours, but then had a 3.5 hour class today – the kind where you’re watching a procedure and there was nowhere to sit down. I’m sure you can just imagine how much fun that was. My poor bed must be wondering why I never get into bed anymore. I just collapse onto it like my knees have buckled. I feel like someone beat me up with a baseball bat. And after 3.5 hours on my feet (plus the 15-20 min walk in the heat each way) I feel like I did before I slept for 8 hours. I feel like I didn’t sleep at all. Ughhhh.

I have lots of studying to do this weekend, but when will I catch up on sleep?! Sigh. I hope next week calms down a little, because this can’t continue…