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It wasn't the greatest weekend. Nothing particularly bad happened, aside from one of the cats being a royal pain in the ass because his sugars were high (his blood sugars have been harder to control lately, so it feels like a constant battle to keep them from being too high without risking them going to low and him needing a snack, which will inevitably not normalize his sugars so much as send them high again), but between that and a whole load of fatigue and not enough sleep...
On Friday, R and I were out for all of an hour, getting some quick chores done, picking up some groceries. I spent maybe half an hour, maximum, being exposed to sunlight in the morning. Didn't get the usual horrible rash on my skin, but I did end up so tired that I needed to sleep that afternoon.
And that night.
And the next afternoon.
I tried to not sleep on Saturday night so that I could return to sleeping during the day, but I couldn't resist the power of napping, which meant that I was up all of yesterday, even though I was tired. I slept on the couch for about 6 hours last night, which was a pain because I wanted to get some work done last night, but instead my body was all, "Nah, I'm going to make it so you can't even focus your eyes!"
Thanks a bundle, body.
On top of all of this, on Friday I was happily eating a hamburger when suddenly a little piece of bread slipped down the wrong pipe. This happens often enough for me -- sometimes I swallow badly, sometimes I accidentally breath at the wrong time, but most often I guess my throat just stops paying attention and lets something go where it shouldn't for no reason I can see -- but this time was worse than normal, because I could actually feel it obstructing my breathing. Normally after a couple of hacking coughs I can clear the problem, but this one took way more effort to clear, and R was worried that he'd have to intervene. I did manage to clear it without help, thankfully, but that night I woke up with a random coughing/wheezing fit, my lungs have been a little crackly ever since, and I don't know if the continued fatigue and malaise is because of whatever's going on with me normally, or because that little struggle opened the doors for something to start me down the road to another lung infection.
Hopefully the former, but I can't help but be a bit paranoid.
The increasing choking instances worry me a lot, because they've been happening more often, and considering one of the symptoms I experience between frequently relates to muscle weakness, I have to wonder if there's a connection. Is the weakness and pain in my legs and arms related to the weakness in my throat that causes food and drink to go down the wrong way and make me choke? It's something I'll be bringing up with the rheumatologist, whenever I get that appointment.
So today, the only goal I have is to shower. That's it. There's a lot more I'd love to get done, but all things considered, I'm not going to push myself. I'm going to shower, I'm going to rest, and I'm going to enjoy the day to myself while R is at work. I will try and eat and drink at some point in there. No guarantees when, though.
On Friday, R and I were out for all of an hour, getting some quick chores done, picking up some groceries. I spent maybe half an hour, maximum, being exposed to sunlight in the morning. Didn't get the usual horrible rash on my skin, but I did end up so tired that I needed to sleep that afternoon.
And that night.
And the next afternoon.
I tried to not sleep on Saturday night so that I could return to sleeping during the day, but I couldn't resist the power of napping, which meant that I was up all of yesterday, even though I was tired. I slept on the couch for about 6 hours last night, which was a pain because I wanted to get some work done last night, but instead my body was all, "Nah, I'm going to make it so you can't even focus your eyes!"
Thanks a bundle, body.
On top of all of this, on Friday I was happily eating a hamburger when suddenly a little piece of bread slipped down the wrong pipe. This happens often enough for me -- sometimes I swallow badly, sometimes I accidentally breath at the wrong time, but most often I guess my throat just stops paying attention and lets something go where it shouldn't for no reason I can see -- but this time was worse than normal, because I could actually feel it obstructing my breathing. Normally after a couple of hacking coughs I can clear the problem, but this one took way more effort to clear, and R was worried that he'd have to intervene. I did manage to clear it without help, thankfully, but that night I woke up with a random coughing/wheezing fit, my lungs have been a little crackly ever since, and I don't know if the continued fatigue and malaise is because of whatever's going on with me normally, or because that little struggle opened the doors for something to start me down the road to another lung infection.
Hopefully the former, but I can't help but be a bit paranoid.
The increasing choking instances worry me a lot, because they've been happening more often, and considering one of the symptoms I experience between frequently relates to muscle weakness, I have to wonder if there's a connection. Is the weakness and pain in my legs and arms related to the weakness in my throat that causes food and drink to go down the wrong way and make me choke? It's something I'll be bringing up with the rheumatologist, whenever I get that appointment.
So today, the only goal I have is to shower. That's it. There's a lot more I'd love to get done, but all things considered, I'm not going to push myself. I'm going to shower, I'm going to rest, and I'm going to enjoy the day to myself while R is at work. I will try and eat and drink at some point in there. No guarantees when, though.
