This Timeline

After yesterday's major energy crash, today I find myself contemplating the things my mind wants to do that my body won't allow.  I didn't handle yesterday well at all, and I found myself wondering how much is going to get worse before it gets better, and just how am I to ride it out from day to day when even the simplest tasks are becoming glaringly impossible.  Where is this leading, when will it get better, and why can't I see my life's timeline anymore?

So I've ventured into another realm as of yesterday, and that is changing my diet radically.  The Prednisone weight will have to be put to the side at the moment, because I'm now having to deal with changing my diet so as not to be incredibly sick... let's just put it that way.  I'm now having to construct a pretty bland diet in order to stave off the turmoil that seems to have taken over my GI tract.  Yeah, I know.. not pretty.  It is what it is.

Bland chicken and rice, bananas, white toast (HATE white bread, btw), veggies, cooked carrots, etc.. is now going to become the norm until we find out how to get that $1,200 Rx.  We're trying a different route today, one that makes the dosage a little lower (have a copay card we're hoping will work with this dosage change).  Why on earth does this even have to happen?  Ugh.  Obamacare SUCKS and has messed up SO much with insurance.  Anyway, back to the topic at hand...

The bland diet will have to do until I can get that Rx.. which I needed at least a month ago.  The waiting continues....

On another note, I still feel 'dull' today, tired, brain-tired, lethargic... all fun and games when Azathioprine dosage is tripled.  And the fun begins with taking massive precautions to not get a cold or flu or whatever.  This is.. also just the way it is.  Welcome to my 'new normal.'

But that timeline that I used to be able to see, even if a bit blurry, is just gone.  I suppose this means I'm going to be living day to day until I feel a bit more like a human being, and I will continue to take steps in the right direction when I can.l

The exercise bike is partially put together... T doesn't care to use it so it's just at the back of his mind. But when the day comes that it's FINALLY assembled... I can at least begin exercising.  Unless my doctor feels that with active Myositis this is a bad idea.  Either way, even if I can exercise even a little everyday it should only benefit me, right?  And the eating thing... bland diet or not things have to be done differently.   And this is the only way I see my life right now, just getting from one moment to the next, one day to the next, one thing to the next.

...And who the hell knows what's next?  I sure don't.

Dammit.