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Well, shoot. I dislike days that don't include everything that I have planned. Like yesterday: I was looking forward to attending my Sjogrens Syndrome support group. I took a leisurely morning breakfasting and getting dressed and drove over to the meeting with time to spare.
Extra time was useful since road construction forced me to take a detour. Yay for Google maps. So I walked into the meeting just as it was starting. Whew. As we began to get through the agenda, I found myself wiping perspiration off my face, so I took off my sweater and rolled up my sleeves thinking that I couldn't possibly be having an energy crash. Must be from the room temp, I decided. But when my face began to feel cold and I could feel sweat trickling down my back, I couldn't ignore the fact that my batteries were just about emptied. And if I continued to deny that it was happening, I wouldn't be in any kind of shape to maneuver through Portland traffic to get home.
I pushed back my chair and whispered, I have to leave. I am SO done.... to the gal next to me. And of course, she nodded sympathetically. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed as I waved good-bye to everyone; which was ridiculous since these people have all known exactly how I felt.
John said that I should have stood up and announced, Goodbye all! I have SJOGRENS SYNDROME!
Actually, that would have been rather humorous.
So while wiping the sweat out of my eyes, I hurried to the car and headed home after which I collapsed into bed for the rest of the afternoon. I'll bet many of you have had to bail out on activities before, too. I knew that I was doing the right thing by being responsible about making sure that I was able to drive home safely, but dang. It's never fun to be the responsible one.
Dumb stupid Sjogren's syndrome....