this and that, and what’s gone wrong, and on, and on, and on
The dark and rainy weather matches my mood. I woke up in a major PsA flare. Everything hurts. It even hurts to type this. I have an appointment with my rheumatologist on Wednesday morning, and I’m hoping he will allow me to try the new drug that was just approved by the FDA: Otezla. It works differently from the biologics that I’m no longer allowed to take. I’m really hopeful. If my hopes are crushed on Wednesday, I’m probably going to start bawling right in his office. I can’t even with this shit anymore.
I’m exhausted, and have been since yesterday, which I think is because I overdid it this weekend. I spent a few hours on Friday, and almost all day Saturday, spring cleaning. I am quite proud of what I have accomplished. Everything is clean and organized. I got rid of a bunch of junk, and was even able to donate several bags of clothes and boxes of old toys. I’m paying for it now though.
Friday night was lovely. Jax and I met up with Danielle for shopping and dinner. The two of them get along so well, and it’s so sweet to see them having fun together. She’s going to be an excellent mother someday. She’s already an excellent friend. I love her and appreciate her friendship so much. She just gets me.
On Sunday I woke up with the beginning of this horrible PsA flare. I still managed to finish up some household projects. Then I spent the afternoon with Jax and Freya. We watched movies and played a lot of hide and seek (somehow I was always the one seeking). It’s fun watching them play together, and I’m happy that they get along so well. It helps that they are adorable.
I was kind of sad that I didn’t run the half-marathon yesterday, but under the circumstances it was the right decision for me. Dave and I are talking about running the 4th of July 10k that we did last year. This time I won’t be going through radiation, so I plan to set a new personal record. I have to figure out what my time was for that. I think it was like 1 hour, 10 minutes or something. Not too shabby for a girl recovering from chemo with a burnt boob.
I try to give myself credit where credit is due. I’m bad at that. Being down on myself all the time is fucking exhausting. I’m over it.
I think Dave and I have found the perfect place for our summer vacation. With this in mind, we have decided to get into better shape. After my surgery, I intend to join Urban Breath, which is a yoga studio in The Grove. It’s so close I could walk there (City living ftw). Danielle and Ross go and love it so I’m sold. Dave and I are going to start riding bikes, which I’m crazy excited about. Of course, I still have running and personal training to throw into the mix. With all of that, I should see some results. I think I have to wait 3 to 4 weeks after surgery before I can begin “rigorous” exercise, but I figure K and I can still do our lunch walks in the meantime. (I seriously love those walks with her. They make me so happy.) I’m feeling good about this plan. Now if the weather would just cooperate. *sigh*
You know what? I’m in a better mood after writing this all out. I love blogging. It could also be the fact that the Percocet just kicked in. Whatevs…no complaints. <3