Twelve hours after our carbon monoxide incident…I can’t say I slept better. I can’t say I feel better this morning than other recent mornings.
I wish I could.
I wish I could blame being tired and achy and waking up with so few spoons on the faulty stove.
I can’t. I’m almost fifty. I’ve struggled with exhaustion for 25 years at least. Psoriatic arthritis means I ache in weird places from day to day.
I can take a vitamin D pill every morning and night. I can drink all the coffee my little drip maker can piss out.
I’m still going to be tired and achy because there are no cures for Psoriatic arthritis. Only treatments with fancy names and a laundry list of side effects that themselves cause me trepidation.
But I still go out and do things. I’m expecting to go out tonight for a few hours. Meet people, have fun. I’ll pay for it tomorrow but that’s okay. I’m going out again tomorrow. lol
Yes, some of us live with chronic pain. We have to manage our energy levels sometimes from hour to hour or minute to minute. We have good days and bad days…and bad days often coincide with days we have no choice but to get certain things done.
It doesn’t stop us from living.
We continue to do and to live not IN spite of it…but TO spite it.
Yep. I have exhaustion and psoriatic arthritis.
And they can both kiss my lily white ass.