My cats are meowing. I can’t see them because my eyes are still closed, but I can hear them. Please, please, please don’t be a bug. I open my eyes at the exact moment that my body registers the pain.
OMG. This is a 15/10 at least.
Damn, I need to pee. This is going to suck.
I push the bed covers off with the back of my hand. My fingers are swollen and stuck in the position of a claw. They look deformed and I shudder at the thought that those days are fast approaching. I push off the bed and cry out in pain as my knees scream. I hobble to the bathroom and take two deep breaths in before sitting on the toilet seat. My knees are purple and huge. It takes me ten minutes to psyche myself into standing up again. The tears fall as I hobble back to bed.
I’m going to take my morning meds now. Maybe they will kick in while I finish sleeping and I’ll wake feeling good. Maybe.
Aureus is on the bed next to my head, meowing. He wants his morning can of wet food I assume. I open my eyes and the pain is still there. Sorry Kitty, Mom isn’t getting up for that just yet.
I need to pee again. Damn it. Pain is still bad, maybe a 13/10. Why haven’t my morning meds kicked in yet?
I stumble to the bathroom, crying out in pain as I sit on the seat. This time though, I can’t get up. The pain is too strong. I sit there for several minutes, breathing in and out, in and out. I try to stand up and come crashing down.
I lean my forehead against the wall, taking deeper breaths, knowing I’m just going to have to get up, no matter how bad the pain is.
I stand. I scream.
God I hope my neighbors didn’t hear.
This time I hobble to the kitchen and plug the cats water fountain in. I fill their bowl with dry kitty food and hobble back to bed. I fall in, not bothering to cover myself and pass out in exhausted pain.
My body must know I can call my Rheumatologist now, his office opens at 8. I must see him today. Only he can tell me how to get through this pain.
The nurse on the phone tells me he has no availability to see me. I ask what to do and she says she doesn’t know.
Well, thanks, that’s very helpful. She says I can come next week. Well, gee, I hope I’m still alive next week. Because at this moment it feels like my body is shutting down.
I take another 2.5mg of Prednisone. I just need to be able to move. Please, please kick in soon.
I’m so thirsty. I hobble to the kitchen but I can’t open the fridge door. The magnet is too strong. Instead I attempt to open a bottle of water from on top my fridge instead. I can’t. I have no strength in my fingers. Shit.
I go for the fridge again. Screaming in pain and frustration I get it open. With two hands I pull the carton of milk out, praying it doesn’t slip between my grasp. I pour a glass of milk and get a straw to drink it with.
Finally. Thirst quenched.
God I’m hot. And itchy. I wonder if ill be able to wash my hair in the shower today. My hands still stuck like claws. It’s hard to squeeze the shampoo bottle on days like this.
I must have fallen asleep again. Why does everything hurt so much? I have to pee again. My knees are so mad at me.
My cats meow at me from the floor. I try to stand but fall back down on the toilet seat again.
I need help.
This is too much pain for me to handle.
I need help.
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