#ToughDays

Yesterday happened to be one of those days that my health heads South. The weird thing about Lupus is that one day your giggling, cracking jokes, happy and all jumpy but the next day, you're so down with fatigue, fever, inflammation, pain and dizziness. You literally feel your body betray you and give in to illness. You literally can't do much but cry yourself to sleep or something.
Saturday was an interesting day for me having spent most of it indoors and only leaving in the evening with my long time friends to watch the Arsenal - Hull City match. I was 50-50 about going cause I'd started feeling worn out for no apparent reason after the simplest of tasks. Later at night when in bed, my chest got so heavy and so did my breathing...It was like I was shutting down. Thank God for better halves.
But Yesterday was the first day he has ever seen me at among my lowest points in life health wise despite he and I being close on and off friends for the past 3 years.  At one point, I actually saw tears in his eyes as they filled with sympathy. Poor bae. I actually am writing this in bed on a Monday morning which I am supposed to be at work but I couldn't due to fatigue and a blocked chest...and swollen hands, knees and fingers. Most of the time, the most I can do is wait for it to be over, wait for the pain to go away, wait for my strength to come back, wait for my head to clear up and then get back to loving living life.
There is no way Lupus will determine my future or destiny. My story will not be of a girl who had Lupus..Nope Nada Niet Never...I refuse. I am writing my own future and God is guiding me toward my destiny. I am destined for greatness and pain is kind of a motivator. 
So, dear reader...take a minute and thank God for your health. Believe me when I say, it is the most expensive yet undeserved gift from God to most.

Love, Kisses and Blessings,

Nyandia.