bad flare

Aaaaarrrrrrrgh!
What a crummy way to end a wonderful weekend!
I'm in a terrible amount of pain that rolls over me like waves. I am pretty certain I have pleurisy and absolutely certain I'm in a bad flare. What bad timing.
My sweet husband and I were going to leave tomorrow for a romantic week in the mountains at a cabin. Instead, in the morning, we're going to the rheumatologist.

Isaac and I were lucky people today. I stoically made it through an invitation only appearance by Barak Obama. He's my hero and civic inspiration. We volunteered at a Memorial Day veterans' meeting with him and Gov. Richardson (NM). Mr. Obama is just as dynamic in person...although about 2" shorter than I had assumed. I had pictured him well over 6'. But I was so ready to leave after the 6 hours of volunteering to direct the media to their appropriate places.

I came home and medicated myself with prednisone, vicodin and fentanyl. Very little relief, unfortunately. Thankfully, I have a doting husband who bought me comfort food and watched a funny movie with me to raise my spirits.

Here's a picture of one of my latest projects. It's a collection of 12"x12" panels with paint drizzled into a heart. It's a Father's Day Gift from me and my stepdaughter, Jacq.