In my bones, I don't believe that there is anything new wrong with me. I just think that the Lupus, like the Boston Red Sox, has changed gears.

Where I used to be able to slap it down without even trying hard, now it is roaring through. Stronger, focused, and determined to win.

It changes everything. Sure. But not unexpectedly.

Lupus is a known entity, a facet of my world for over a decade.

I can suit up for that fight and take it to the mattresses.

But until someone says that's actually what's going on, it's a waiting game.

Friday afternoon, they clamped a plastic mesh cage over my face and slid me into a torpedo tube. For an hour I was bombarded with thudding noises and claustrophobia. I tried not to be a wuss.

I failed.

I'm a big-assed wienie and let no one tell you different. I'm even getting a bumper sticker that says so.

I don't mind blood, but man - I hate being stuffed into an MRI.

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