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.