Evacuating Lupus

Today was leg day.  More specifically it was stair day.  Twenty-four flights of stairs, each flight consisting of twenty-five steps.  This cardio work out was followed by a cool down of consisting of a “short walk” of roughly 1000 steps.  And then a rest period out in the sun.  And then after I rested, we did the whole thing in reverse.

Not because I wanted to as per say.  And no I do not have a trainer who forced me to do this.   No dear friends this whole workout was brought to me courtesy of someone pulling a fire alarm in a building I was visiting. A specialist’s office in a high-rise.  As a matter of fact this happened twice during my visit.

While I understand and appreciate the cause for concern and safety, I really wasn’t up for all that.  Not after the day I had been having nor the reason I was visiting the specialist for.  I confess there was a small part of me that had briefly wondered if it wouldn’t be better to let myself become overcome by smoke and just stay where I was.

After my appointment I went home and rested. To be honest I all am because all of that was too much.  In fact it was so much too much I still haven’t ceased to feel shaky and weak.  Sometimes this is what life with lupus looks like.  Sometimes a chronic illness isn’t really taken into account with safety or evacuation plans.  And while yes at least I was safe, the reality is I am going to be dealing its fallout for days to come.