I helped out with some summer student interviews at my volunteer organization, and loved it. It was hard, though, to feel my energy drain, and then not be able to help today. I'm in a lot of pain (hands and knees especially) maybe because the weather has been so unstable. I hate this. I hate feeling like I am less than I used to be. I'm too sore to play piano, and even typing is pushing it. My only pain medication now is the last of the prednisone taper, and my gp is away until the 12th. I put a call in to rheumy, but the office is closed now and I haven't heard back. Between RD and my last stroke, I feel my life narrowing down. I've only just hit my full dose of sulfa last Friday, and though there's definite improvement in the swelling, my joints feel like they're on fire.
I can do this, right? I don't feel able. I feel reduced to a set of raw nerve-endings and equally raw emotions. Breathe. I can breathe.