Goodbye, March.

I am so happy to see an end to the month of March.  The last few weeks have been miserable.  We have had far too many snows.  Every time it snows, I hurt for days. 

It went something like this:

Going about my business.  Able to clean and move about as freely as possible, given my diagnosis.  The cold front starts moving through. The pain starts and escalates, until I'm doing as much as I can manage.  Not much more than getting out of bed and showering.  Struggle through a few days.  Begin to start feeling better and moving more.  Increasing activity.  Bam!  Another cold front.  Another snow storm.  Start all over.

Then, last Wednesday, I come down with a stomach virus.  Up all night.  Lost so much fluid that my hands actually looked like my hands.  The Lyrica causes me to retain water and swell.  So much that my hands are so swollen, you can't see my knuckles.  So swollen that I can not get my rings on my fingers and my watch is too small.  Seeing my hands was the silver lining in the whole horrible ordeal. 

Friday, I started bouncing back.  Only to be hit with the pain caused by the darn front that brought the rain over the weekend. 

Sunday was spent taking care of Jay, who came down with the stomach virus.  The fun started at 5:15 am.  Poor kid has still felt poorly all day today.

He and I spent all of Sunday and today on the couch.

Unfortunately, the weather station is showing another cold front headed our way, which means more pain.

Hoping for a more productive day tomorrow. 

A girl can wish.  Right?