Painwise, it’s been a tough week. Let me explain how in this way:
Over the years, I’ve developed a rough scale to indicate how much pain and stiffness I’m dealing with at a given moment. Right now that scale looks something like this:
- Barely noticeable.
- Definitely noticeable, but not enough to prevent me from doing anything.
- Debilitating enough to prevent me from going to work.
- Debilitating enough to affect my ability to think; it hurts to breathe.
- In addition to the above, now I’m having difficulty walking.
Most of the time I sit at a two, with regular trips to one, three and four. Good days vary between one and two, flares between two and four. But on Monday I called a five, for the first time in years, and certainly the first time since developing this version of the scale. It was bad enough to make a flight of stairs intimidating. Suffice to say I didn’t get out at all this week, though I’m doing better now.
What happened? It might have been the sudden plunge in temperature — I guess a fast drop of 30 degrees will do that to me. I don’t normally expect a sudden and severe flare in the middle of winter, which is normally my best time, especially a bitterly cold winter like the one we’ve had this year. Go figure.