Monday, September 13, 2010

a true sick day

Apparently my ability to control my rheumatoid arthritis all the time is not possible.  For the past couple of weeks I had developed a painful limp with my right foot as some random joint (or two) on my foot - perhaps the talonvulcutor (?) has been acting up.  After my fabulous work party [where my incredible friends put in four windows and got my washer and dryer going] I was feeling a bit run down but didn't think much of it.

Yesterday (Sunday) I puttered around the house but was getting really tired [JC - this is what I'm going to be like when I'm a old lady...], and felt achy so I took prednisone for the second day which I knew would run havoc with my emotions in hope that things would calm down in arthritis land.  That night I started to feel a bit weepy and when talking on the phone with Carrie, started to relay how I started to cry when the dryer didn't work correctly - I think it needs something new with the starter - no biggie and I was fortunate to have a free dryer and managed to get my clothes washed and dried so I'm set with underwear and other things for a while.  I had a feeling today would not be so pleasant.

I just realized I'm slurping my yummy homemade carrot ginger soup - clearly all hell has broken loose in my little casa today.  So this morning I felt pretty crummy as the weather keeps changing and I believe (although there's no scientific evidence for this) that is contributing to my achy-ness and whatever I thought was allergies was clearly actually a cold.  I believe Carrie gave it to me even though I haven't seen her in weeks.

I woke up at 4:30 but refused to get up so dozed until 5:30 and decided to get up and get some work done before school.  I felt really crummy and kept dropping stuff because my hands weren't working so hot - of course I was becoming very frustrated.  About the time I was getting my lunch ready, the prednisone kicked in and I realized that not only could I not physically teach but when I was sending emails to all my students, I could hardly write and when I called in to tell my pal Angela that I wasn't coming in, I started crying.  I guess it was a good decision to stay home.

The best moment - aside from craving soup and tea which is another sure sign that I'm sick - of the day was when I actually fell asleep in the late afternoon (another sure sign I'm sick as I'm not a napper), and was dreaming that I was pulled over by the police.  I was driving and saw a cop car pull up behind me with flashing red lights and I swear I could hear a siren.  I wasn't overly concerned about it and as the cop came up to my window I leisurely rolled down the window and said, "so you probably need my registration and stuff, huh?".  The cop was pretty pissed off - of course she looked just like a cop in one of the police dramas I'd watched in the past 24 hours (but the three glee episodes wasn't enough sugar and spice to offset the crime dramas) - and told me she'd been following me for about 20 minutes.  I started to feel concerned when the phone rang in real life.  Needless to say, I was happy it was just a dream.

So my plan of doing some work in bed didn't pan out - I had a true sick day and am hoping that I can get off the prednisone after tonight or tomorrow because goodness knows I don't want to cry in class and would like to write a much more interesting blog than this.

1 comment:

  1. Your post made me think of the Shel Silverstein poem- I Cannot Go To School Today.

    "I cannot go to school today"
    Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
    "I have the measles and the mumps,
    A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

    My mouth is wet, my throat is dry.
    I'm going blind in my right eye.
    My tonsils are as big as rocks,
    I've counted sixteen chicken pox.

    And there's one more - that's seventeen,
    And don't you think my face looks green?
    My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
    It might be the instamatic flu.

    I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
    I'm sure that my left leg is broke.
    My hip hurts when I move my chin,
    My belly button's caving in.

    My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
    My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
    My toes are cold, my toes are numb,

    I have a sliver in my thumb.

    My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
    I hardly whisper when I speak.
    My tongue is filling up my mouth,

    I think my hair is falling out.

    My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
    My temperature is one-o-eight.
    My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

    There's a hole inside my ear.

    I have a hangnail, and my heart is ...
    What? What's that? What's that you say?
    You say today is .............. Saturday?

    G'bye, I'm going out to play!"