It's been a downward slope since September of last year and it's all catching up to me now. Every action is hard. My whole body aches. I'm taking two hour baths, not because I enjoy them so much (which I do), but because I spend about half that time mentally preparing myself for the daunting task of getting out, brushing my hair, and putting on clothes. Sometimes I fall asleep on my bed before I accomplish any of them.
My appetite is no where to be found. But I'm forcing myself to eat because I know that not eating is the fast route to the hospital. Once you start rapidly dropping weight, the hospital isn't far away. I'm trying to drink a lot of high caloric drinks. I'm drinking Ensure, Carnation Instant Breakfast, and Gatorade to replenish my electrolytes.
I wake up at least 10 times during my five hours of "sleep". It's usually my stomach kicking me out of bed telling me to get to the bathroom. Sure enough, as I stand up and make my way to the loo, I'm scaling the hallway walls with my hands to guide me because it's impossible to stand up without getting lightheaded.
All I have to say is thank God for my mom and sister. I've been like a freaking baby the past couple of days and they have done a wonderful job taking care of me. For now I'm trying to stay positive. Hopefully I'll have a Humira update soon.