The Other Side of the Trip: No Flares, Just Fatigue

The Other Side of the Trip: No Flares, Just Fatigue
I survived my trip! Remember last week how I was worried I would get sick on my quick trip to Florida? Well, I didn't! I was armed with many bottles of emergency meds – prednisone, Percocet, and Zofran. Only twice did I need Zofran — the day after my only day in Disney World. I felt it all that next day. My friend and I had slept over in a hotel near the theme park, and I woke up feeling pretty miserable. I was stiff, sore and exhausted in every fiber of my body. All I wanted to do was sleep, but of course, that wasn't possible. I dragged through the day, barely being able to concentrate on anything, not really able to enjoy anything. I couldn't wait to get home and rest. My flight was to take off later that day. Unfortunately, due to weather conditions, my flight was three-and-a-half hours delayed. I was stuck in the airport for six hours, and I could feel myself growing more and more uncomfortable. I had been able to enjoy lunch, but it was pretty much downhill from there. At the airport, I knew I should eat something because I would be hungry on the flight otherwise, but none of the airport foods appealed to me. In fact, I felt quite sick with the idea that I might need to pick one of the options. Finally, in one food court, I was able to find a small cup of chicken noodle soup. Perfect, I thought. (I don't know about you, but I tend to eat a lot of soup with this disease.) I finally got home close to 1 a.m. and went right to bed. The nex
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