Today was sort of a rough morning. I'm a bit stressed about the final projects and papers I have due for class this week, and I haven't been sleeping much. When I woke up this morning at 6:30 after going to sleep at 2:00 AM, I was in a bit of pain. Moving around helped a bit, but I still had a rough time moving around. The all around pain is just about five feet shy of manageable. My hips were in horrible pain when I left for work.
After I left my apartment, I got on the elevator headed to the parking structure, and I saw a dime on the floor. I remember as a child, I'd always be excited about finding a coin. I often considered it to be a lucky day if I picked up that coin and held it with me for the day. However, today, as I stood on the elevator, I looked down at the coin and thought, "I'm really in a lot of pain, and I don't want to pick it up. But it's money. You shouldn't just let money sit on the ground if you see it. It's wasteful." Then I thought of the value judgment of picking up the dime versus what the doctor's bill would be if something went wrong in the process of my picking up the coin. Then I got sad. Seriously, so much thought shouldn't go into picking up a coin.
But that's lupus. You put a lot of thought in virtually everything you do in a day. What will happen to my sugar or salt level if I eat that? Can I really walk that far? Do I need to wear a hat today? Should I go to that party during flu season? Can I really stay up late tonight? Is this fever high enough for me to stay home? It just goes on and on.
Here's hoping for a better mood.