This One Is Nasty

So. I really don't want to whine here, but yikes.

My butt is still firmly anchored to my couch. I keep trying to get up and do stuff - big, hard, difficult things like getting dressed or loading the dishwasher, I'm not getting anything accomplished. Good grief.

It's so frustrating because the scenario over the past three days goes something like this: I'm horizontal somewhere. The couch, recliner, bed, floor, whatever. While I'm lying flat, schnauzers packed in around me, twiddling my thumbs - but not too strenuously - I feel OK. But when I get up and spend a few minutes on a simple task, those all too familiar crash symptoms take over. Again. My face feels ice-cold - so weird! - my muscles begin to feel like they're made from lead, my joint pains begin again, and I begin to shiver as though I'm running a temp.

Then I get all nasty and cranky. It's a good thing John can escape to work for much of the day.

If I try to push through the weirdo symptoms, then I began to perspire and tremble. So I flop back down anywhere, and after about a half an hour, I begin to feel OK again. Until I get up one more time.

I promise not to put up any more whiney-butt posts after this one, at least for this flare go-around. But I feel that I owe it to y'all to be honest. I'll bet most sjoggies have felt this way before, and it's difficult for us all, isn't it? It's a good thing that even BICJ is too tired to misbehave or I'd REALLY be in trouble.