“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls, the most massive characters are seared with scars” -Khalil Gibran
The pain excruciating.
The weakness consuming, but the world does not stop so neither do you.
The shaking has become undeniable.
The dizziness, no longer a myth.
“Don’t you dare stop!” “Just a little longer lord.”
The beauty of the day grows dim.
The throbbing and weakness unbearable .
The consuming need to rest sets in, yet the engine still continues.
Three weeks… At least from what I can remember… A flare up of epic proportions.
By far my worst flare up to date, yet on day’s I am coherent I push myself like a locomotive.
One foot in front of the other, somedays. Other days there is no conscious thought process.
Have you ever had a day that you felt such pain that you actually pray to god to make you pass out?
If not, I never wish you ever see a day like this.
Friday, was in fact one of these days for me. I didn’t think I would make it without EMS and a hospital bed. The pain was unrealistic and the 103.8 fever caused tremors that reminded me of a grand mal seizure. I made it! I made it to Sunday. The start of a new week tomorrow and I don’t know if I want to be excited or sad. Tuesday will mark four weeks of endless flare up for me. I don’t know how some of you Lupies have gotten through… I respect you more each time I go through a flare up.
Until Next Time!
To all of my fellow brothers and sisters…. Stay Strong! Keep Fighting! and Support One Another!