Months had passed since I’d had pneumonia. I’d generally been feeling well. I’d applied for and received a promotion with the supermarket and was overwhelmed with excitement. I would be relocating to San Antonio, TX to fulfill a new role as an art director in March 2012.
The first order of business was to inform my new creative director of a previously planned trip that I’d already purchased plane tickets for. My BFF and I were traveling to meet friends in Atlanta for her birthday in April.
The trip was amazing. We had a lot of late nights and endless partying! I even had the opportunity to see my first NBA game (Charlotte Bobcats vs. Memphis Grizzlies) in Charlotte, NC. I met my husband back in Atlanta where we attended the Jones vs. Evans UFC event. The following day, we had brunch at Gladys Night’s restaurant (best shrimp and grits EVER!) and walked around downtown. To my dismay, the sharp pain behind my lung returned with a vengeance. I pulled out my rescue inhaler in an attempt to stave off the onslaught and continue our sight-seeing. After about 15 minutes, I waved my white flag and my husband called a cab to take us back to the hotel.
My return flight later the same day was awful. I felt a migraine coming on mid-flight from Atlanta to Austin. I took my Maxalt and crossed my fingers that I wouldn’t become nauseous on the plane. I started feeling like I was catching the flu. My neck was stiff and achy and I started to worry. My flight landed and I went straight home and got in bed. The following morning, it was back again… I couldn’t move. Absolutely everything hurt from my neck to my toes, and given my past history with these flares, there was no way I could make it to work the rest of the week (an 86 mile commute since I hadn’t relocated yet). I phoned my office to let them know I was experiencing a fibromyalgia flare and wouldn’t be in to the office for a couple days.
When I did return to work later that week, my joints still ached so badly I could barely walk. It was as though every joint in my feet was screaming. I started to ponder the idea that elevation and cabin pressure potentially had some ill effect on my body, exacerbating my odd symptoms.
“Friends are angels who lift our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly.”