I’ve been battling a flare for like the last week or so now. I was hoping for the best, but this morning I awoke to a level 8 pain in my hips and legs, fatigue up the ying yang, and a general feeling of blah de fucking blah.
I had to cancel out on my friend. There is no point in even trying to go, and having a nice time. This is why I hate making any kind of plans anymore, because I really have no way of knowing how I will feel from day-to-day. I try not to be bitter about it, but hell.
I give up any hope that this will change. Honestly, I am done making plans. Just done.