Flare I go again … 

Or, should I say still. I’m ready for whatever is going on with my body to be over with. My hands and fingers have been ridiculously swollen over the last few days, and I have had absolutely no energy to do anything. My fingers legit look like sausages. That makes typing challenging.

Of course, flares happen at the most inconvenient of times. My hubby is leaving tomorrow to go to Texas for several weeks. That means we had to make a trip to Walmart. On a Saturday afternoon. I think that must be a “thing” to do on Saturdays in my town. I swear, everyone was in that store. Surely several fire codes were violated with the number of people there.

For those who don’t have chronic illnesses, it’s hard to imagine why that might be difficult. Well, aside from the fact that it was two hours in Walmart. That, in and of itself is tough haha The best way I can describe it is to imagine your legs are filled with wet concrete. They get heavier and heavier with each step you take. Then, imagine someone set sandbags on your shoulders. And they add sandbags every few minutes until you are totally hunched over from the weight. Now, imagine someone has put your ankles in a vice. With every step, the vise gets tighter and tighter until you are sure the next step will shatter your ankles beyond repair. I honestly don’t know what I would do without shopping carts. They are my lifeline in those situations, truly.

I am so thankful for a caring and understanding spouse. So many of us who deal with chronic health issues do not have caring and supportive partners. I can’t even tell you the sadness I have experienced, reading the stories from women whose families actually think they are faking it. Who would choose to fake something like this?? Who would want a life like this? No one needs attention that badly.

My husband has been beyond incredible. He knows when I’m having a hard day, just by looking at me. I try my best to hide it, but he sees through me. He has been to countless doctor’s appointments, cooked, cleaned, dealt with the laundry, made our daughter’s breakfasts and packed her lunches (when she was still in school). He’s not the most patient of men haha, and he was raised in a family where all of the above was “women’s work”.  When it comes to me, though, he is the kindest, most patient, most helpful and considerate man in the universe. He is truly my rock. He has the biggest shoulders, I swear. They carry so much weight. I don’t know how he does it.

I hope I don’t sound whiney. That’s not my intention, because I am not a whiney person. I don’t dwell on the negatives of this disease. There’s no point. It won’t go away and it would be a never ending downward spiral. I just wanted to offer a glimpse into what many chronic illness sufferers go through with a simple Saturday afternoon trip to the store.

Okay, now that all that is out of the way, I have some really cool items up for review over the coming weeks. Here’s a sneak peak of just a few things:

With my entire family gone for a least the next week, I should have plenty of time to pamper myself and work through this nasty flare. What are some things you do to help yourself feel better? Any tips and tricks you’d like to share?

 

Carrie♥

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3 thoughts on “Flare I go again … 

  1. A Walmart visit sounds like my idea of hell even when not flaring lol.
    It makes such a difference having a supporting and understanding spouse. Mine is amazing as well he cares for our son when I’m having a bad day and like you I try to hide it but he sees right through my forced smile.
    Hoping your flare eases soon
    X

    1. Thank you! I’m so glad you have an amazing spouse, too! It does make such a difference. I have cried, reading some women’s stories of how their spouses and families treat them. It just breaks my heart. And yaaassss girl, any trip to Walmart is a bad trip hahaha

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