|Jul 28 2009|
Ok, I know I said this was going to be daily. I had every intention of writing daily, but then I got sidetracked. :P It happens to the best of us.
Today has been kind of strange. I got up around 5 a.m. and got ready early so I would have some free time before leaving to go to work. I didn't start hurting until almost 7 a.m. I took a Percocet, ate, and took the rest of my meds. Mr. Percocet was fully in control by 7:30, which was fine with me. I went to work and had some pain off and on in my hips, neck, and tailbone. Later on in the day, around 2, I started falling asleep at my desk. I was bored to tears and I was noticing that my lower back, hips, and calf, all on the left side, were slightly swollen again. By 3, I was asleep at the desk and I felt rather warm. I didn't have much pain though.
It's now 6:17 p.m. I'm home. I'm sitting on the couch, typing out this diary entry on my laptop and I'm hotter than hell. I'm still swollen and my hips, especially my left hip, is hurting some. I'm not in as much pain as I normally am. That could be due to the Percocets and Flexerils I've been taking. I'm just worried because I feel like I'm on fire.
I took my temperature several times today and the highest was 98.7. Now before you say "Melody, the temperature of the normal human body is 98.6" let me say to you that I normally register in the 96-97 degree range when I'm healthy.
I know that there can be swelling and fever with arthritis, but I thought fever normally comes with RA. I have PsA. Is fever still a component of PsA?
Anyhoo, I felt like sh*t all afternoon at work and I just wanted to come home, write in my diary, talk in the forums, catch up on Twitter, and work on blog layouts. My bf called me during lunch to say that he was going to go to Chickasaw and help his daughter and her hubby work on the house we are going to rent from them. He wanted me to come along. I told him I didn't want to stay out there until 9 or 10 tonight. He asked me why I said that and I told him it's because that's what usually happens. He then told me that I acted like I could predict the future. I told him I wasn't feeling too good and he then said I jumped to go shopping Saturday and that I could go sit on the couch while they worked on the house. He made me feel like he was trying to push me into going. I got pissed at him and we got off the phone. When we got home I laid down on the couch and asked him to feel my forehead. He said that I felt a little warm. My temperature at that point was 98.3, which is a little high for me. He told me that normal temperature is 98.6, which I already knew, and that I wasn't running a fever. I told him that my normal temp is somewhere between 96 and 97. He finally told me to lay down and rest while he went to help Jessica and Chad with the house. He said he would call me before he left to come home so I could get the spaghetti started for dinner.
I love my bf but sometimes I don't think he realizes how I feel. Yeah, I didn't hurt as much as normal today, but I'm exhausted (I got 5 hours of broken sleep) and I am hot and slightly queasy. I don't know if that is from the PsA, the meds, or if I'm getting sick. I hope I'm not getting sick. My mom and brother are coming up from Florida this weekend to stay the week with us and I want to be able to enjoy their visit.
I have only cried about the PsA a couple of times, but I haven't had a really good cry. I just want to bawl and get it out of my system, but I can't seem to do it. Maybe the Cymbalta is keeping my emotions in check.
All I know for sure is that I'm 30 years old and I feel like I'm about 80. I'm so damn tired of this sh*t. I am very thankful that I have this group and that God put all the great people like hatbox121, suebaby, bits, and the other wonderful people I've met here into my life. I love y'all and I am honored to be friends with you.
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