Well, tomorrow is that day. The first day back at work since all of this started. I'm going back part time to start and working from home to ensure that cubicle land doesn't get the best of my compromised immune system, but I still feel a bit like a kid on the night before their first day back at school.
Don't know if you know that feeling... the one where you're feeling like your body is putting on a brave face and is all calm and cool on the outside but inside there is this twang, this subtle but overwhelming vibration that's making you question yourself.
I'm excited to be at that point in this ride where things are getting more and more like life before Wegener's, but as I said in an earlier post always a little afraid that I might jinx the whole thing and fall back into the vortex. That's one vortex I'm so not into falling back into. I look forward to seeing all the wonderful peeps I work-ed with and to see what kind of trouble I can stir up at work (that's my nature if you haven't noticed yet - wa ha ha ha).
It was a year ago now that I went and got my first flu shot (second H1N1 shot - which was combined with the regular flu shot) and ended up with a full on flare in the hospital getting pumped up with insane amounts of steroids. So I scoff at all the signs around town encouraging people to get a flu shot. Apparently they have the H1N1 in there again this season, and I'm not interested in another hospital visit and setback that takes a year to get a handle on. Just before going to Hawaii, my blood work was the BEST it's been since this all started. Everything on there was within normal range. Two weeks ago I went and all of my liver function tests were quite elevated again... total bummer. I went again today - two weeks early - to get another blood test and see if I'm trending or if it was just a blip. I'm hoping for the latter. Will know tomorrow. So tomorrow is a big day in more than one ways. Guess I should go to sleep now and get ready.
Nighty night y'all. Remember to enjoy all of the little wonderful things life has to offer. They truly are beautiful and make the things we worry about seem quite insignificant.
Peace.
Wegener's Granulomatosis. A rare auto-immune disease affecting 1 in 30,000 to 40,000 lucky winners. I'm one of those winners. Diagnosed in May 2010, life has changed dramatically in some cases for the worse and in some for the better. This is where I ramble on about my observations with this new friend called Wegener's - which makes me a Weggie (pronounced 'weg-ee')
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