There is much more, and less, here than meets the eye

I woke up yesterday feeling off, like something was going to happen. The swelling in my feet was manageable, but even though I had a decent sleep, I fell asleep again for a three hour nap. 

I still turned in early, and at one AM, got up and my ankles decided they did not want to support me in this endeavor. Hands and wrists, ankles, feet, legs and elbows swollen and hot. 

 I fell backward into bed, and asked the wife where my walker is at.  Fortunately, my hands were not as bad as my ankles. I did not even know I had this issue until my feet were on the floor. 

If I understand these things correctly, which I probably do not,  this is an autoimmune response that creates a cytokine storm that, in between pain hopping from joint to joint, and psoriasis popping up everywhere and feeling like it is eating my flesh,  it also puts me to sleep. 

The good wife helped me get my shoes and socks on, and I hobbled out to the car to double check if I could safely drive or not. Took me awhile to get there, but I can safely drive. 

  In our house, it is good to know if you need emergency transportation ahead of time. 

I tried to think of what I could have done to bring this on. I was already being careful and taking it easy because I have had various issues for months...years.   The only thing I did was....a small stretch for the back of my legs. 

It gets me every time.  Psoriatic arthritis is joints and connective tissues. I can't stretch when things are tight, or there is a price. It is usually an effing month of my life. But it feels so good to stretch...

We need to order the part for that extra wheelchair. The only thing I know about a random shit storm is there is always one coming.