I did something yesterday, oh yes I did. Something normal, something fun.
I treated my sister for her birthday to go see Coldplay in concert. Firstly I had to make the decision how wise it was for both of us for two reasons; financially being that money is tight and medical bills are high, and whether I could justify using some of my personal savings on an extravagant birthday present. Second being that we both deal with chronic illness I had to weigh how much we would be affected by a long night out and take a gamble (being that I purchased tickets ahead of time) whether we would both be well enough to go when the event came.
I went ahead and did it because Coldplay was here on the weekend right before my sister’s birthday (which seemed fortuitous) and she loves them enough I figured we would make it happen no matter how we were feeling.
We got nosebleed tickets (hey closer tickets were outrageous!), but it turned out fine because it was a great venue complete with fireworks, laser show, and audience armbands that lit up. It was fun.
My sister is happy and grateful and this is one the nicer gifts I’ve been able to get her. Thankfully also we are both having slightly better days with health the last couple weeks, meaning we can manage a bit more.
But, the reason I’m writing this is because this is a chronic illness blog, and as fellow sufferers know after fun comes….. pay day/days.
It began actually even at the concert last night; I started feeling tired, and even in the middle of something fun I was enjoying I started wishing I could be home in bed knowing that even after this thing is over there would be a long walk to the car, sitting in traffic, and a long drive home.
This morning as I lay in bed writing this my entire body hurts..a lot. I’m swollen and puffy and completely wiped. Not only do I have the deep aching pain in every joint but I also have the deep tissue burning pain that goes with the autoimmune (Mast Cell/histamine) reactions of having some different foods yesterday.
Yes, this is “Pay Day”, and I know there will be more than one of them and I need to be careful the rest of the week.
So, is it worth it? I think so. Simply because I do things so seldom, and it feels good to be more normal once and a while; it gives me hope that one day the normal days will multiply and I can handle more, maybe even… gasp, having more than one activity on a weekend. We shall see.
For today though I’m glad my sister had something special for her birthday, even though she will be having her own pay days to follow. I will rest, recoup, detox, and try and make it to something tonight I promised some friends I would attend… yes, I am going to attempt two things in two days. Prayers appreciated