Both of my children have gotten jobs.  We have only been here three weeks.  This is good.  Everyone appears happy.

But me.  I have pushed my body to the limit.  Both physically and emotionally.  Now I am living in flare land.  I knew it was coming but I ignored the signs.  This morning I woke up a mess.  Aside from the pain and fatigue, my head was/is a mess.  Very foggy and confused.

I slept most of the day.  I hope this doesn't last long.  I've yet to find a doctor.  If things continue and I still feel this sick I might just go to the ER.  I think that is the simplest way to find a doctor.

On a better note, my sister's visit was really nice.  It was great to see her.  It was even nicer for all of us to be together.  We did a lot.  Last night we all went out for dinner and then to an amusement attraction.  I played skey (sp?) ball.  We didn't get home until about 1 am.  We spent most of our time at my brother and sister in-law's house.  My sister in-law, Carol, is a great cook.  I was amazed the other day when she whipped up king crab legs, shrimp scampi, fried flounder and scungili in no time at all.  And, it was so delicious.

I'm sure that the pace I have been keeping up these last three weeks has attributed, if not caused, this flare.  If a flare is ever worth it, this one is.  Because I really did have a great week.

Hugs, LuAnne