Well, I'm officially a dumbass. Having shirts and hats made up to say so.

Talk about slipping my mind. It took ALL YOUR COMMENTS PLUS TWO people calling and suggesting to me that ya'know, maybe I was sick and, ya'know, maybe it was a a flare. Seriously. It's shocking that I am an official walking and talking adult, y'all. I'm even a licensed mom.

So I scraped my brains off the floor and realized, I'm going to have to crawl into bed with a bottle of Tylenol (preferrably tanned and singing like Il Divo). I'm going to have to stretch and rest and eat (yuck) kale and spinich. I'm going to have to suit up and beat this thing or else the nice men with steroids will have their way with me and then life will seriously suck for a while.

They think I'm going to be there tomorrow and I just realized that I am going to have to cancel out on this trip.

For the first time since I was diagnosed, some 9 years ago, I am going to have to take an actual Lupus-caused sick day.

On the one hand, don't think I am not bloodying my knees in thanksgiving above that I have been so immensely blessed to have such a disease and still go on to live this amazing life - including a miracle child.

On the other hand, this milestone sucks.

But I'll pony up. After all, the world has scattered shimmering rainbows over my life and I'd be a fool to complain that some of them faded too fast.

P.S. Yes. I did. It's Number 38.

Posted by: Elizabeth at 08:05 PM | Comments (11) | Add Comment
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