It's a little after 7am, I'm milking my second cup of coffee (when I go out in a little while, I know I'll be getting another one, so I don't want to overdo it on the caffeine and decaf just sounds like a waste of money), have my Pink Blossoms candle burning, and some Doors playing. The mutt's laying at the bottom of the bed, occasionally giving me that "will you turn that down?" look; I guess she's not much of a Doors fan. Or she's still a bit pissy because until about a half hour ago I kept disturbing her and the loud-ish music is just another disturbance to her usual lazy morning routine. That's what she gets for waking me up at 4am barking her foolish furry head off at who knows what. After a poor night's sleep, I gave up trying, poured a cup of coffee and got to work.
I have a million things I want to finish by Friday morning. Except now it's more by the end of today, since I'll be spending most of my time at the shop tomorrow getting maintenance done on my car and a huge cold front is due to come through sometime tomorrow afternoon, so I know by the time I get home, I won't feel like doing much of anything. Why Friday morning (besides it's Memorial Day weekend)? Because it's my next Humira injection. If this one is anything like the next one, I'll pretty much be a useless rag doll until at least Tuesday. I'll be somewhat functional Monday, but the entire weekend is shot--between the dizziness, nausea, achiness--kinda like having the worst flu ever. It's like it takes all the crappy side effects of the medications I'm already on that I barely feel and intensifies them times 1,000 for a few days. Which, apparently is normal for awhile. Don't ask me what awhile is, because even my doctor isn't sure, except if in a few months my overall pain level isn't any less, the medication is a failure.
So what am I paying for? It's been in the low 80s the last few days, so my overall pain levels have been down a bit--okay, so instead of a steady 8-9ish on a scale of 1-10, they've been a 7-8ish, but I'll take it. So I decided I wanted to get a bunch of crap done that has been driving me nuts. Like getting the boxes of Christmas decorations in the attic that have been taking up 2 rooms in the house. I planned it out carefully as to not aggravate my back and shoulder. Of course that all went to hell when I discovered there are wasps living in the attic. My back is fine. My shoulder? It's a bit sorer, but it'll be fine. I did learn I can still shot put--I probably could've launched that box the length of the house if those support beams weren't in the way. :) (I was standing at the base of the ladder at the time because one wasp turned into about 7 or 8 at that point.) I went grocery shopping, did some cleaning... slept like hell. Then was up at 4am today.
Just this morning I've opened a bunch of storm windows, put my winter coats away, moved a few piles of books off my office floor (I WILL have my office at least 90% done or at least the back storage room 100% done by the end of this summer), pulled out my summer sheets and began washing my bedding, did some more light cleaning, and washed some dishes. I know I'm overdoing it. My body is slightly revolting at this point and my brain is screaming at me to knock it off already, but after being so inactive for the last almost 18 months and being in such incredible, unrelenting pain for at least that long, to have that little break brings with it an energy that makes me want to get up and do stuff. Yes, the pain level is still pretty high, but it's amazing what can be blocked out. Until that crash comes because I've overdone it. But I'll deal with paying for it later.
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