Wednesday, April 29, 2015


So. Went to the rheumatologist today. Now let me say from the outset that I very much appreciate this particular rheumatologist's honesty. I really do. But nobody likes to hear "Well, there's not a lot left we can try." Let me reassure you that I'm not super-sick or anything. It's just that the sleeping dragon that is my lupus is grumbling a bit, and I was hoping for something that would send it back to dreamland. Oh well.

In response to my question about whether trying to push through fatigue and pain with exercise will extend my limits the answer was pretty much no. If the fatigue is due to fibromyalgia, pushing through it will make it worse. If it's due to lupus, pushing through isn't going to help. And with joint pain, pushing through is only going to mean you hurt more. Yay. So my desire to get back into running is one that was met with a certain amount of skepticism. I'm still going to try, but I'm going to ease into it more slowly, listen to my stupid body, etc.

And I didn't get a hoped for promotion at work. I know that's not relevant, but it just adds to the general suckiness of the week. Oh, did I mention we got put on lockdown at work because of a disgruntled ex-employee who made threats? Yeah. I'm going to go hit the ice cream now. I'll be back to my snarky self tomorrow, hopefully.

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