A Day in My Shoes

Walk with me today. 
I wake up. There is the more often than not 10-15 minute period where I almost always feel good. Don't hurt, don't feel sick. I stand up, the spell breaks. I have building pain, and I climb the stairs. No stiffness today, no walking in cement to my neck. Pain mild. No nausea. A good day, the first in a while...if it lasts. First thing of the day, sit on a recliner, take some meds, wait for the signal that nausea is going to hold back--or the more mild "ill-at-ease" I don't feel well, but can't explain it but if i do anything I will be sick sensation. 
When the all clear shows itself, I clear the sink. I sit down again. I wash my hair in the sink, because my body can't take the shower and hair wash. One or the other, kid. 
I sit down. Contemplate Petticoat Junction, my latest TV series. I read some nurse continuing education, and boy will I be the widest read nurse ever. After reading several papers, it begins to be extremely tiring---difficult-- to concentrate, to understand what I am reading. I put aside the computer.
The nieces stop by. I have no kids, want kids, but am so sick I have no idea how i would care for them. I struggle their entire visit to be entertaining and involved, figuring this is as close as I will get. The strain is building on me, my fever raises, my brilliant red cheeks flame brighter, and energy shows at an all time low. 
The kids leave again, I sink into my recliner, exhausted after these few hours of talking and watching a movie with them. I try to read but my mind won't have it--besides, my left eye is beginning to ache, flinching in the light. I dread if an iritis flare is building. 
I've not eaten today, I've not felt hungry. I decide to eat, and become sick. I sit for a few minutes; is this a sick i can deal with, or one that will just get worse and worse and worse unless i lay down and don't move?
The latter. I stagger to my bed, stomach twisting and lurching. I lay on the cold layers of foam and feel such relief at that chill the cold bed gives me. Nausea comes and goes in waves. 
An hour later i feel drawn and tired, exhausted further by the depths of sick I felt. I take my evening meds.
I wait for sleep to come to me...for as tired as I am, sleep is often elusive.....