So I’m not sure what kicked off this flare, but it’s been a good one.  I slept with my heating pad last night, woke up still sore, and there go my plans for the day.   I need to vacuum and do laundry and I wanted to walk Max and go to the nursing home.  Out the window with that stuff.   Well, maybe the laundry can be managed.   Instead of doing what I want, I’m huddled in a ball with my heating pad and a book, thinking that a nap would be a wonderful thing.   

I really wish this chondritis would just go away.