Things have been so crazy for about a month now, that yesterday was the first chance I had to catch up with bread making. In the back of my mind I had that little warning go off. I ignored it, because hey, we were not only out of bread, but I wanted to take some to my neighbors.
Six loaves later... I wanted to die.
Not like when you have the flu and just want the aches to go away so bad you think, oh if I could fall asleep and never wake up again, sort of die. I'm talking, I literally can't move, nothing is working, I want to die because I can't stand having my husband do my job... and oh ya, everything but my tush hurts, sort of die.
Apparently flare ups, extra stress, and bread making don't mix.
I'm grateful I could move again this morning... although my arms are worse than they were before said bread baking. And to boot, I've had this really weird head jerk thing happen a couple times today that is WAY too much like the boys' myoclonic seizures. I'm assuming it's not. Surely there's a better explanation for it.
Today has not only been weird for that, but also, Aidan did over 3 hours in a row of school. You read that right. Wowzers! He especially enjoyed reading, and learning about thunderstorms. This, even after having a cluster of absence seizures before therapy this morning.
Damon's speech therapy has been increased. We're hoping this helps us get him to a better base for when the regressions hit. Not sure exactly how all of this is going to work, him having been way behind from the beginning. But he's made such huge gains with early therapy, we've got to try.
I keep driving by the house looking for siding. :)
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