Oh, yeah, guess it is.

Woke up freezing this a.m. – I'd kicked off most of the covers during the night. Brrrrrr, chilly! It's in the 20s this a.m. (Fahrenheit), winter has definitely settled in for a spell. I'm fine with that as I can wear my warm hoodies from Junonia. It's one of my favorite online stores, since they have active wear for plus size women. Not that I'm all that active these days, but it's comfy and well-made, even if a bit on the pricey side.

I did a lot of sleeping over the weekend, making up for lost time, no doubt. Doc gave me a muscle relaxant to take at night, in hopes of kicking the pain cycle. My back muscles have been tending to spasm horribly. I've got a mild painkiller for daytime (which doesn't make me sleepy or woozy), so whee? I truly hate being on so many meds.

Sliding back into angry mode about this whole disease business. It's making me crazy. Now I've got to see a cardiologist to test for/rule out (hopefully!) pulmonary hypertension. It's basically high blood pressure in the lungs, not the heart. Although my lung function tests indicated that my lung capacity is up (by a lot), I still am getting shortness of breath when I walk/do stuff.

This is TOUGH to deal with.

I guess I wanted a magic pill. The prednisone is obviously working (e.g., the increased lung test), but my symptoms aren't abating. All this equals an unhappy me. I've gone from happy, healthy Maria to having to see multiple doctors Maria. Bah.

Trying to take this one slow step at a time, to be zen about it. I know I'm doing everything I can on my part, sometimes though, one's body just doesn't respond the way one wants. That's probably the hardest pill to swallow.

I'll get over it. I know I will, it's just that for right now, this moment, I'm a bit disheartened.