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it should have been a perfect day
It should have been a perfect day... A white Christmas in Georgia?? For where I am; happens about every 100 years.
My Cimzia was due this weekend- so I thought I'd split the dose by taking one shot last night and one tonight; hoping to help out with the side effects for the holiday. Family in town, frantic house cleaning, cooking a giant dinner (that of course I couldn't eat)... a 7 and 9 year old to keep up with.. and very little sleep (Santa's elves are very busy).
Bad, very bad plan. Instead of lessening the impact of the side effects, I just made them last twice as long.
I was less than pleasant when my 7 year old woke me up at 2am, 2:45, and 3:30 to tell me he was too excited to sleep. His sister was up at 5:30- and I gave up on sleep. When we went to wake the soundly sleep ing 7 year old, I cried when the first half- asleep words out of his mouth were "Merry Christmas Mommy. I'm sorry I woke you up last night when you felt bad".
Beautiful snow falling outside, opening presents, and all I could think about was "crap... my hip is killing me... I can't sit here much longer". The cold snow made my joints ache, the Cimzia put my lower back and hip pain off the pain scale (still don't know why my hip hurts so much after the shots), and no amount of zofran took the edge off the queasiness.
I tried to smile but on the inside I was grouchy, grinchy, and ready to hibernate in bed.
That's not the mom I am- or maybe it is now. Enjoying simple things when I feel so bad is close to impossible. I try not to let the kids know how bad. I feel, but they are getting older and it's harder to hide. I know I am so blessed to have a job, a house, beautiful kids, and a husband who hasn't thrown in the towel after years of flares, drugs, doctors, and hospitals. Still; I want my life back.
:grumpy:
It should have been a perfect day... A white Christmas in Georgia?? For where I am; happens about every 100 years.
My Cimzia was due this weekend- so I thought I'd split the dose by taking one shot last night and one tonight; hoping to help out with the side effects for the holiday. Family in town, frantic house cleaning, cooking a giant dinner (that of course I couldn't eat)... a 7 and 9 year old to keep up with.. and very little sleep (Santa's elves are very busy).
Bad, very bad plan. Instead of lessening the impact of the side effects, I just made them last twice as long.
I was less than pleasant when my 7 year old woke me up at 2am, 2:45, and 3:30 to tell me he was too excited to sleep. His sister was up at 5:30- and I gave up on sleep. When we went to wake the soundly sleep ing 7 year old, I cried when the first half- asleep words out of his mouth were "Merry Christmas Mommy. I'm sorry I woke you up last night when you felt bad".
Beautiful snow falling outside, opening presents, and all I could think about was "crap... my hip is killing me... I can't sit here much longer". The cold snow made my joints ache, the Cimzia put my lower back and hip pain off the pain scale (still don't know why my hip hurts so much after the shots), and no amount of zofran took the edge off the queasiness.
I tried to smile but on the inside I was grouchy, grinchy, and ready to hibernate in bed.
That's not the mom I am- or maybe it is now. Enjoying simple things when I feel so bad is close to impossible. I try not to let the kids know how bad. I feel, but they are getting older and it's harder to hide. I know I am so blessed to have a job, a house, beautiful kids, and a husband who hasn't thrown in the towel after years of flares, drugs, doctors, and hospitals. Still; I want my life back.
:grumpy:
I wish I had been there to see it!
