Today just sucked.
Sores on my tongue were driving me crazy. Pain level was a 9 a good part of the day. I got a hive in a new spot....on my left hand. And I was busy all day....so no nap. (ugh)
My husband got floor seats to the Mavs game, and I told him I didn't want to go. He made me feel guilty about it. He STILL is bugging me about having to turn down these tickets. He doesn't get how terrible I feel today.
In a couple of weeks, I am going to San Antonio with my daughter's choir as a chaperone. It will be a lot of fun....but a lot of walking. I REALLY am uneasy about going. I have been putting off writing the 360.00 check and I finally told her today that I wasn't sure I could go....BAD IDEA. She is correct in telling me that I *did* already commit to going---months ago. She was really upset and reminded me that it HAS been stormy a lot the past few days and I've told her that bad weather affects my pain. The weather won't be like this in San Antonio and furthermore, all the room assignments have been made. (hehe)
But seriously, I couldn't tell her no. I have to go.
Nobody gets it. Nobody knows how completely awful I feel. I'm really starting to fall into that wanting-to-just-disappear depression.
I need to find a doctor who can help me. Soon.