When stress kicks off your flares, and your main girl gets so sick (she’s broken out in more hives y’all), I can just hunker down and wait..
Here it comes:
- Stomach ache/food repulsion and aversion
- Joint pain
- Itchy skin
- Rib pain (costochondirtis) 😫
- Skin pain
- Hair loss
- Ultimate exhaustion
- Noise sensitivity
Just to name the first few. . .
And then there’s the anxiety and depression that comes with not being able to protect and help my baby beat this. We know, for her, it’s from bugs. And I’m just so tired of them this year.
I feel for my sweet husband. My emotions are all out of whack… As I was laying down to catch some rest, he started dinner in the crock pot. I’m so thankful for this sweet man. I could not do it without him. Hang in there with me, babe!
I would be lying if I said I wasn’t terrified. Maybe it’s just the stress of it all. Maybe a good nights rest will sweep it all away like none of today happened. And maybe some glitter could float down from the sky too. (That really all would be so nice). I’m terrified because I know what comes after pure exhaustion. The type of exhaustion that is passed exhaustion. I know what comes from the joint pain and the rib pain. I know what comes next is not easy. For me or my husband. And I’d be lying to say that I’m not scared.
But I’m going to be brave. Like every other time we beat these flares up, I’m going to wear my pain for wings and we are going to soar through this like every time before. It’s going to get bumpy, but we will come out stronger, like we always do.
It’s ok to be scared. Being scared means you’re about to do something really, really brave.
