And I am really wrestling with it. I would have normally worked until 5, 6, 7pm last night but I just couldn't. I went home from work at 2pm. The reason I am wrestling with it is that I feel horrible about leaving, but on the other hand, I DID do a 7 hour day. I know I push myself too hard but it's that time of year.
I also hate that this flare is affecting my work at all. I have always tried to keep them as separate as possible but it just crept in on me this time. Plus- I could have held out had I used my cane yesterday but with my arm hurting- that wasn't possible.
Today, I am bracing my elbow, taking my naproxyn bottle with me and am using my cane. I am just not ready to have my stupid illness beat me. I am not, I am not, I am not. I saw a friend yesterday- who is also hurting in a big way, and she was applying for her FMLA. I just wanted to give her a hug but that would have hurt to much so we just stood there and commisserated for a bit. I hate this for her- and it makes me more thankful that my workplace is a little more understanding.
Oh well, all I can do is keep my chin up and press on. I just keep telling myself that This Too Shall Pass....