And she's down.

Yesterday, I knew I was in trouble---I was getting ready for work and felt the strength leave me. I carried on, but was back home, flat on my back by ten thirty in the morning. I spent the whole dreadful day on my butt...wanting so much to get outside and walk or go to the gym and swim. I prayed that today would be better, but no such luck. If anything, I am even worse. I am downstairs in my apartment now and there is no way I can get back up those stairs, at least not right now. So, I guess working today is out of the question. I sincerely hope that the powers that be on the job continue to understand....they say they do, but I really don't know about them. This is so distressing, being this unable to do anything, and then worrying that I will be fired. I try to remember there is nothing I can do about it, so it is out of my hands, but that is little comfort.
I really think I need to see the Dr, this flare-up feels worse than the past few..when a day laying down seemed to get me on the road to being back on my feet. I am sure a round of steroids would help me, so I will be calling his office as soon as they open. GAH.

It is not even supposed to rain today....and I am going to miss this beautiful, dry day. DOUBLE GAH. (Would that be gah gah?) I'm out.