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20140213-191509.jpgits been pretty quiet at #purpleproject lately.. i guess i feel as though silence is better than being dishonest. since we’re family, ill let you in on whats been going on (or lack there of) over here..

winter has been hard. what seems like “rest” and quiet for the last month or two.. have actually been quite the opposite.

my pain management since christmas has been at an all-time low. i feel like when my pain is out of control, i have no sense of control of my immune system. little to no energy is produced from my body and getting out of a seated position made me cry in my last flare.

in the first week of january, i experienced the worst fibro(arthritis?) flare up in my hands/body that i have ever had. its never been this bad. i wasnt able to hold a pencil in my right hand. i cried constantly. every nerve ending in my body hurt; i couldnt move any of the joints without coming to tears. i found myself on the floor many times. this lasted for about 3 weeks.

it was during the end of this flare i had an accident. after falling down a set of stairs & waiting a week too long to be checked out, i found i had separated my right shoulder when i hit the bottom. Boom.

i cannot explain to you the sense of helplessness i feel when i start to flare. prescriptions are not helping, other prescriptions are not covered by insurance or cost $256/bottle with insurance. im allergic to most pain meds. its not been a glamorous winter so far. there have been many sleepless nights as of late. some filled with physical pain, some filled with fevers, anxiety & nightmares. but most nights are filled with tears.

my entire right side was affected when i fell, but its been an interesting jan/feb using one hand during a flare. ill let you paint the picture.. ive had a pain in my ass for the past month that seems to only get worse with time (fistula/fissure).  i am in the middle of a not so great flare that has brought me to my knees physically & emotionally. i see my new GI the first week in march. funny how winter has crept up on us so fast, but 2 weeks seems so far away. im miserable. my quality of life is less than stellar living in pain. i dont like what im about to say: its time for injections.

after giving it one last ditch effort last year, i had hopes Humira would give my body a little more mercy than it has before. it seems though, to get worse every time, and will get worse with each time it is stopped. i made the decision with the supervision of a GI, that i would be done with Humira. no more allergic reactions, no more weird infections, no more lung issues. i was free. i cannot express the feeling of leaving a doctors office and hearing the words “youre on a drug hiatus, treat this as a vacation”. it was a terrifying & wonderful experience

i take the good days & i hug them tight. i give all of my energy and soul in to these days, because i know there will be bad ones. its hard to conserve my energy on the good days, because i want to live an honest, open life to the world and give everything i have on those days and more. on my good days, im superwoman living in jeans and a smile. i earn those days & refuse to let them go.

im taking gabapentin. im applying the voltaren 4x day. im praying often. and when im able, i. run. like. hell.

#despite

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days like today remind me why i treasure my good days, my great days.64917faabd5fe5a7059db2f1b0f2057a

i had a rough night last night & havent been feeling my greatest lately (scumbag lungs, fissure). im in a flare right now & its definitely affecting the rest of my body. ive been trying my best to do low impact exercises to keep up with my training plan, but even that seems to be too much lately.

i told a friend last night, most days, my positive attitude wins over my IBD, but there are some days you have to let it physically and emotionally defeat you, or youll never win your battle against it. i cried. i cried a lot last night and today. humility brings us back to a level where we know we can try to control our emotions/attitude as best we can, but we come to a point where we have to accept we cannot always control our bodies. and that is hard. i hate calling into work, but i know that i would be unable to physically do any job today. if can manage to get from point A on the couch today to point B being the bathroom, id be lucky. quite a shitty situation when you get the urge.

my fibro has been flaring badly the past week. my hands (thumbs & joints specifically) have been difficult to move lately. id chalk it up to cold weather, but its lasted too long & flaring doesnt help. ive been lucky enough to be blessed with a family doctor that knows me well & responds very quickly to my requests. the route wed had originally tried cost well over $200 with insurance, so we settled on a different med for the past few months, but it hasnt been working. today, he phoned in a topical pain solution and we tried the other drug again. $256 with insurance. tears, again.

im such its the lack of sleep, energy & exercise ive had this week, but im bummed/exhausted/fed up with my body. comically, im always the first one to say “oh, rub some dirt on it. youll be fine !” but to hell with the dirt today, ill cry instead. the dirt will be there tomorrow.