So today was rough. I’ve been feeling puny all week. My arthritis flared, PMS, the whole package of ick. Last week was good. Felt mostly fine and was able to move ok. I pulled off an excellent Thanksgiving for my family (if I do say so myself).
Such is life when you deal with chronic illness. Especially autoimmune disease. You never know from one day to the next what will happen. To quote Forrest Gump,
“Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”
Except instead of chocolates, I get meds and swollen, painful joints.
Chocolate would be better.