I have gone for approximately a year without a major flare, which has been fantastic, as I fully expected to be laid out right after the move was complete. I guess, though, that my body knew what else was to come, so it held off. Now, though, my time is up - the flare has not just arrived, but it has pitched a tent, built a campfire and invited all its rowdy frat brothers to party.
When I feel like this - everything hurts, from my toenails to the ends of my hair - all I want to do is curl up in a ball and cry. But I can't. I have to find a way to do the dishes and the laundry, clean the living room, sort and deliver the cookies and make dinner.
Ugh. And I don't even know why I'm posting... I guess I just need to whine.