Was it the stress?

This is how Thursday affected all of us.

For Damon and Aidan, it was because they had a morning full of therapies and then went straight to Susie's for several hours.  (Aidan also paid a high price for not misting himself or using the ice packs I sent with him.  Really frustrating he still ignores his own signals.) For Jace, it was because of the full morning of therapies, two short walks with me, and then an afternoon of interviewing with no nap in between.  For me it was all that running around and then a long very stressful rehashing of the last 8 years in the interview.  It's just not good emotionally or physically to do that.  It was awful, actually.  By the time I got out of there I was a mess and just wanted to crawl under a rock.

Then a couple days later a flare up hit, and hard.  I couldn't even really function yesterday... spent most of it in bed or laying on the floor.  I could hardly speak or swallow, and the muscles around my chest were freaking out so bad, I felt again, like I was having a heart attack.
Aidan was very worried. :(  He holds stuff inside, so his dad doesn't notice.  But I knew.
I'm grateful that this morning I can function a little bit better.  No matter how small the improvement, it helps.