raise the roof with shouts of joy

What a crazy few weeks.

I’ve been plagued for the last couple of weeks with these weird headaches; they feel almost like migraines—head pressure, nausea—but the pain isn’t nearly as intense, and no light sensitivity accompanies them. I’m not really sure what’s causing them, though I have some ideas: stress, lack of sleep or maybe some food trigger. (Or maybe it’s my new awesome glasses. More on those later!)

I guess it’s kind of a blessing in disguise, though; by the end of the week, it makes me go to sleep earlier, which is always a good thing. I don’t sleep well in the best of circumstances, so a few extra hours can really make a difference.

Even with this weird new symptom—and the feeling, despite the Enbrel, the MTX, the Plaquenil, that my symptoms are hiding just beneath the surface, that I’m not in a true remission—I have had a good week; I’m enjoying my new position, my new employee has arrived and she is awesome. My boss is happy with me. I’ve finally found a good concealer that hides my under-eye circles and looks natural. I’m going to get to make some jewelry this weekend, and eat some good food while watching the Steelers (I married into a Pittsburgh family). I see my NP this week and have good news for her for once, instead of the same slow and steady decline. My psoriasis is all but cleared up; I’ve just got a few small patches on my scalp, hidden by my hair. Hell, I’ve even worn heels twice this week!

Despite the bad, it’s really easy to find the good this week. And for that, I am really, truly grateful. I am reminded of the promise contained in this verse, that even when things are bad, they will get better:

God will let you laugh again; you’ll raise the roof with shouts of joy. [Job 8:21]

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