well it was my 32nd birthday yesterday. holy sheeeeit. there's no way that can be right. really tho, when i woke up i felt like i was 80. my lupus has been flaring up super bad this past few days causing major joint pain. and i don't mean the good kind of joint. haha. my wit is aging with me.
the pain, which started in my ankles, knees, wrists, and shoulders, spread to my chest over night and that's a bad sign. so when i woke up dan took me to the doctors. as per usual, when i flare up this bad they put me on steroids. it's not often that it gets this bad so i'm real lucky. yay. i've been on steriods four times since my diagnosis over six years ago.
the steroids have some pretty fun side effects. some shitty, but some fun... like my OCD. i start to over-arrange everything in the house, like colour co-ordinating my closet or our meals.
i also clean like crazy, get horny, bake, and well, get shit done. on the down side... i have a super dry throat, it's harder to fall asleep and when i do, my dreams are super intense, and i get pretty sweaty and i stink (which doesn't go well with the horny part)
anyway.
went to the drugstore, got my roids,took a heavy duty sleeping pill and crashed for most of the day. people called and dropped by with baked goods and i have no idea what i said to anyone. i remember wishing MY DAD a happy birthday when he called. by early evening i was feeling dazed but soooo much better. i put on a spicy dress, pinned up my hair and put on make up for the first time in a month. we went for a cocktail and then to a fancy chinese resturant.
now i should be sleeping but i dont want to take another sleeping pill so i'll just have to give into the roids.
this explains my longer-than-usual entry.
tomorrow i go to the family picnic. my mother and i share our birthday, if you can believe it, and tomorrow we'll all get to listen to her describe in detail what happened on HER birthday 32 years ago.
i think i'll bring my guitar and sing Landslide.
see, my wit IS aging.
the pain, which started in my ankles, knees, wrists, and shoulders, spread to my chest over night and that's a bad sign. so when i woke up dan took me to the doctors. as per usual, when i flare up this bad they put me on steroids. it's not often that it gets this bad so i'm real lucky. yay. i've been on steriods four times since my diagnosis over six years ago.
the steroids have some pretty fun side effects. some shitty, but some fun... like my OCD. i start to over-arrange everything in the house, like colour co-ordinating my closet or our meals.
i also clean like crazy, get horny, bake, and well, get shit done. on the down side... i have a super dry throat, it's harder to fall asleep and when i do, my dreams are super intense, and i get pretty sweaty and i stink (which doesn't go well with the horny part)
anyway.
went to the drugstore, got my roids,took a heavy duty sleeping pill and crashed for most of the day. people called and dropped by with baked goods and i have no idea what i said to anyone. i remember wishing MY DAD a happy birthday when he called. by early evening i was feeling dazed but soooo much better. i put on a spicy dress, pinned up my hair and put on make up for the first time in a month. we went for a cocktail and then to a fancy chinese resturant.
now i should be sleeping but i dont want to take another sleeping pill so i'll just have to give into the roids.
this explains my longer-than-usual entry.
tomorrow i go to the family picnic. my mother and i share our birthday, if you can believe it, and tomorrow we'll all get to listen to her describe in detail what happened on HER birthday 32 years ago.
i think i'll bring my guitar and sing Landslide.
see, my wit IS aging.
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takesatraintocry:
BBQ feta? I am intrigued. Do you mean putting chunks of the cheese on a grill? I can't quite imagine how that would turn out, but if I could combine cheese and BBQ I'd be a happy camper.
inquilinoludico:
Hey happy birthday, You`ll be alright...32 years and life has just begun. Kiss