Minor Setback

I went to work on Wednesday the 23rd and felt great. I had a great day at work, in fact. My co-workers all seemed to make me smile today-even moreso than they usually do. Roses had been sold a week before to raise money for breast cancer. I took the opportunity to purchase some roses for 3 of my coworkers.

One of them was a co-worker who sits right across from me. She’s on my team. I’ve mentioned her before. Shockingly, we both have Lupus. Weird, huh? I just had to buy her a rose. I bought her a rose now only because she’s a wonderfully sweet person, but because she is strong and a fighter!

After work, my father came and picked me up and we headed home. Nothing was out of the ordinary.

That night, I connected myself to my machine…and went to sleep.

I woke up the next day feeling horrible. My stomach had this dull feeling of pain that simply would not subside. I woke up about 3 hours before I was due to disconnect because I had to use the washroom. I turned my light on, got my saline and recirculator ready…then the urge left me. So, I went back to sleep.

When the END UF alarm woke me up 3 hours later…I felt horrible. I disconnected and gave myself plenty of saline. After I had finished doing all that I had to do, I made myself some tea and toast, took my meds, then went back to bed. I also took some gravol as well. I figured that I could sleep and rest until about 1pm, as I wouldn’t really need to leave home until about 2pm. I set my alarm, then fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of my cell phone alarm charming. I decided immediately that I wouldn’t be going anywhere. I felt awful. The simple act of walking from my bed to the washroom, about 2 steps, felt terrible. My laptop was at the foot of my bed, so I opened it up and emailed my professor. I told her that I couldn’t make it to class. She promptly emailed me back and told me to get well. She also directed me to the slides that she had posted. I was happy she responded so quickly.

I knew that if I just got some rest I’d be ok for school tomorrow. I have Recruitment and Selection class on Fridays. I didn’t want to miss that! Oh, but my stomach had other plans. I woke up on Friday morning feeling just as awful. I didn’t have the luxury of sleeping in a bit and hoping to feel better as class starts at 11am. I sent a text message to some of my classmates to inform them that I wouldn’t be in class.

The next day (yesterday) was Saturday. I had to call in sick. I felt terrible. There was no way I could sit at a desk for 8 hours. The only way I could do that is with frequent “lie down” breaks, and that simply wouldn’t suffice as it wouldn’t be my own bed. I felt worried. Was I getting “sick” sick? This simply isn’t an option for me…I have so many other things to do! I spent the better part of Saturday in bed. I’m glad my Mommy was around to take care of me. So I rested. I did a bit of homework, but mostly rested. I have a group assignment due on Tuesday, so my 2 group members got together at my house and we worked on our project. I have to put it together today then post it on google docs so that they can see it.

I’m feeling a bit better today. I’m hoping I’ll feel even better tomorrow, as tomorrow is my long day: work in the morning, school in the evening. I’ll keep my fingers crossed…I hope you will too.