From Horrible to Merely Bad

Yesterday was bad. Really bad. I thought I was going to have an adrenal crisis. I forgot to eat, my appetite was so non-existent. I got a clue when the relentless nausea kicked in.

God, I hate low blood sugar. It's such a bitch. You would think evolution would program us to be hungry, but no, I have to spoon feed myself, talking myself into each bite as if it's poison until enough food hits my blood stream to kill the nausea.

I thought that was the worst of it, that I'd gotten a clue and handled things.

Then the stomach pain started. With heavy weakness and fatigue.

At my paid volunteer gig, I sat down to serve families their food. I was too weak to stand. I thought I would have to leave. I thought I was going to hurl. After hours of burning abdominal pain, I thought I was going to end up in the ER with an adrenal crisis.

I became frightened.

I forced more food down my throat and that seemed to help. I sat as much as I could at work, unable to hide how much I struggled. Not knowing what to say when people asked if I was okay.

Things did gradually feel less imminent. I survived work and went to bed early. Today I'm trying to go steroid free. There is some residual stomach pain and I'm sure fatigue will be an issue, but maybe this is behind me? Maybe it was just a bad bout of low blood sugar after dropping from 10 to 5mg?