I don’t often blog about my illnesses because they don’t define me … they’re not who I am. This week, however, they took over.
My IBS and hypertension, among others, are exacerbated by stress, and earlier this week, I had a huge stressor which sent my body systems into overdrive. I’ve barely slept or eaten, and what little I did eat took the express train out. I managed to make it through work (thanks to years of dealing with this stuff), but once home, I completely shut down.
Then last night, the crash.
I was finally able to sleep, not because the stress was gone (which it certainly isn’t), but because my body was so exhausted, it couldn’t go on, and I slept for 16 hours.
Do I feel better? No, though Luke, who was getting especially worried the last few hours, has been doing his best to perk me up, including doing several Galloping Goofball runs (again, when no camera was out). He’s being a good little nurse. 🙂
I know I’ll make it through, but right now my body’s so weak that a 6-week-old kitten could probably beat me up. Of course, then he’d have to deal with the 11-year-old, 18-pound behemoth who’s taking care of me. I don’t like his chances …