Pardon me while I whine about my life for a moment. I’m not looking for a pity party… but I need a space where I can be real. My flare has been going for almost a week now. I know that’s not long for some people, but for me a flare usually only lasts for a day or two. Rarely do I even have a flare last 3 days, but this flare is KILLING me. My doctor’s appointment is tomorrow, but I don’t even know how I’m going to make it through until then. The pain is getting to the point that it’s causing nausea. I can barely even walk around my house at this point. Ok. Rant over.
We all feel this way from time to time, and I certainly don’t feel bad for taking a moment to express how I feel right now. I find that when I take a single moment to say exactly how I feel, I take back the control of the situation and I am better able to deal with it for the next little while. This is my best coping mechanism when the flares get really bad. I’m usually ashamed to admit it on my public blog, and publishing this one is gonna take some guts (I’m still super shy about my writing style).
Days like today I realize that I am beyond blessed with the family that I have. My husband and my children are acutely aware that today is a bad flare day, so they have all jumped into action taking over any chores that I attempt. Gods bless them for just knowing what to do and when to do it. I recognize that so very many of my fellow autoimmune warriors are not quite as lucky as I am. My immediate family is extremely supportive, compassionate and understanding when it comes my autoimmune life, but some of my more distant family members don’t like to acknowledge it as much. I’ve never understood why and at this point I’ve all but given up trying to figure them out. They love me and that’s all that matters.
Thanks for coming to my whine session and stay strong fellow autoimmune warriors!