I had my first high-pain day since we came to Europe yesterday (or today, if you’re in the US when I’m writing this).
I think I must have eaten something with cornmeal in it, because my joints and muscles were (and still are, though less so) sore from the moment I woke up.
It was a rough time to walk around Cologne in the cold and rain. I know I complained about the pain often, and I really appreciate my sister, her husband, and my friend Kessie having such patience with me.
We’re in Cologne for another day and I hope if I rest now, I’ll have a better time.
This is such a classic variable disability/chronic illness scenario. Sometimes you’re walking around Aalsmeer in 40 degree weather with no problems, and sometimes you ache with every step and even if you’re lying down. It’s easy to forget you’re disabled at all, until it isn’t.
The tricky thing is that you need rest, but if you’re in pain, it’s hard to sleep.
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