Every Autumn since I was diagnosed with Lupus, I have suffered from at least one bout of bronchitis, so when Autumn came and went with no undue respiratory distress, I thought: Hey Girl, you got away clean! But then. Winter comes in and on Christmas Day ugly things began to happen.
Fast forward to today, two months later, and I am finally coming out of the Bronchitis From Hell, with the assistance of three rounds of antibiotics and a round of corticosteroids. But. I am now contending with Pleurisy, which is a bronchial condition common among those with Lupus.
I have been confined to my home except to go to doctor visits, and each time I left my house, I felt like I'd been let out of prison! Orange Is The New Black Reloaded, that was me! If I'd had my six-gun, I would've been shooting and disturbing the peace until Marshal Dillon rode up to haul my sweet *ss to jail.
I am once again feeling like a human bean, thank the good Lord because one can only lie around the house watching movies and reading for just so long, when it's not by choice. I had to lie/sit around because I had absolutely no energy due to the bronchitis causing the Lupus to rear her head and bare her fangs, then run rampant telling my immune system to attack every single cell in sight, not just the malevolent, foreign ones. Most of you know your immune systems to be your friends. In a person with Lupus, the immune system is the enemy.
I fully intend to be out and among the rest of the human race in a few days, so if you have any kind of anything, or if you even think that you might be getting something, please don't even look in my direction. Let me enjoy freedom again, PLEASE!
