Today is the day I will see my extended family for the first time since I blew up like a blimp.
I saw them at my wedding, of course, and at the beginning of July, but the steroids hadn’t fully kicked in then. And I wasn’t on the methotrexate at the time.
Now I have difficulty walking and moving around in general. I look like the Pillsbury Doughboy (hoo hoo!) and I can’t keep my head together.
They all know about my issues through the family grapevine, and we also have a nifty family facebook message board.
The occasion? My cousin’s wedding reception. They had a private wedding ceremony last month at the JP and today they are having a true Texan reception. BBQ, a band, the works.
I altered my medication schedule so that I can be there.
I usually do my methotrexate on Friday night in hopes that when I do return to work (if that ever happens), my body will be on schedule to feel like crap all weekend and be ok by Monday. But I didn’t want to be walking around like Frakenstein today and I wanted to be mentally present (or as much as I can be) tonight to celebrate.
I can’t drink alcohol, but I probably wouldn’t have anyway. I didn’t drink alcohol at my own wedding earlier this summer.
Dancing with my husband? Probably. If I can get him on the dance floor.
Food? Appetite has sucked lately. Not that I’m complaining. Still carb craving like hell. I know there will be cupcakes. Lots of cupcakes.
I hope the increased pain I have been having stays in check. I have been taking a tramadol a day in addition to two extra strength tylenol to combat the pain in my knees, feet, hips and wrists.
I need to take a nap before this all goes down.
Yee haw!! Where are my cowboy boots?