Overall, as most of you know, I have been doing really well. I follow the IF diet (anti-inflammatory diet. the app I use is IF tracker), I get enough sleep, keep my stress low and exercise, doing zumba, spin class or hot yoga. My husband travels occasionally for business. I usually don’t go because the turn around time when he leaves overseas is too quick (3 days in Thailand from Arizona, I don’t think so for my body! I would just get acclimated when I would have a17 hour plane ride back home, no sir!) So I usually stay here.
2 weeks ago he asked if I would like to accompany him to Spain for a 7 day business trip and then go to Morocco for 3 days (!) I said “YES” Now this pace of being able to rest for many days after flying seemed great! He asked me to please pace myself during walking through the city while he was in meetings. I replied, ” Well of course I will!!!! Im not going to over do it!!!!!” He gave me that look like, most husbands do when they have been married to somebody for years, of “I know you, and I bet you will over do it”
Well, Spain was beautiful and I couldn’t wait to get up and investigate the city from morning until late afternoon everyday!!! I walked, and walked, and walked, and walked, and took a zillion photos, and investigated boutiques, and browsed curio shops and pastry shops (!). The first 5 days went fine, I never walk so many miles each day back home, but I felt SO energized!The hotel didnt have almond milk, soy milk or rice milk, so I drank milk with my coffee, ate yogurt, ate toast, ate cheese and crackers and spanish olives and hand made pasta for lunch. I thought “hey! I’m doing great without that darn anti-inflammatory diet! I DON’T need it anymore!! Spain is good for me!!”
During the evenings I was becoming tired. I usually accompanied my husband at his business dinners. But I was getting very fatigued by the 5th day. And on the 6th day I did not accompany him to his business dinner. He begged me to rest that evening, I did. I slept 13 hourts. The next day we flew to Casablanca, Morocco.
I felt a little less energy, fatigued. My husband begged me to rest, to not walk through the city like a mad woman for hours on end, and please sleep more. But my hard-head didn’t listen to my body or his gentle pleading advise. He knows me very well. Morocco is a fascinating place to visit!!! The food is spectacular if you enjoy moroccan lamb stews, lamb tangine, chicken stewed with interesting spices, moroccan pastries (yum!)
By the last day to fly home, the evening before, I had shaking chills and a fever. I had overdone it. And now I had an 18 hour flight home with several cities to change and layover. We could not fly direct due to the way his business flight was arranged, so I had to fly the way he did. This flight home was so painful.
I had teeth chattering on the flight home, sweating and was so extremely tired that my body ached. Sitting in the plane, cold and damp with sweat and the air-conditioning so cold was so painful I can not explain the depth of my discomfort. We finally made it home. I had a rash that covered my neck and chest. I went directly to bed and I slept 15 hours.
But it has been almost a week home and I still do not feel well. Last night before I fell asleep, the chills came on, this I know will lead to a drenching sweat later, and it did, four hours later. My hair soaked, sheets soaked, bones aching, rash on my chest. I have started the anti-inflammatory diet as strict as a monk in training. No cheating, not even a desire to eat anything that will inflame me. I have 2 more days before I return to work. I need to get my body back on track.
I am not the world traveller my husband is. But I am so thankful that he is understanding and does his best to keep the best intentions for me when I try and run around the way I used to before I got this stupid disease. I will be fine. I will be back to my energetic self in a couple weeks. Zumba will be there, hot yoga will not go away and my boss at work is extremely understanding of my fatigue level.
I think I will keep my travel within the USA. Overseas travel is too hard on my body. I wish I had the endurance to globe-trot. But there are so many beautiful places to see right here in my own country. Theres no place like home.
Stay healthy my friends. Here’s wishing you good health.
I acquired AOSD in 2008. I have suffered so terribly and have found ways to help me regain my life. This my personal journal of this mystery illness to diagnosis. I hope that I can help others with my experience and information.