Towels and Ms Frizzle

I'm sure you all are used to me spouting off about the unpredictability of chronic illness, but seriously!?
I've gotten to the point now where I panic if someone asks me to commit to something in the future. Even the next day. I worry constantly about letting people down.
One day I feel like I can handle life. I walked into Target the other day in only mild pain and thought "whoa, is this what people feel like?". I even went and got my one thing I needed without a scooter. Let me repeat that- without a scooter. 
That means I walked on my own two feet to the bath section, picked up the towels I needed and walked back to the registers. I am honestly not sure when the last time was that I went to Target and did not use a motorized scooter.
In short I was killing it that day. But I actually did make sure not to overdo it because I'm really trying to be smarter 😜

Fast forward to the next day...
"I don't know what happened but my legs just won't move. They weigh 100lbs each and feel like when you hit your funny bone"

M: "I think you over did it"

"By buying towels at Target and taking my kids to school!? What kind of life is that!?"

Surely you can sense my frustration on that day.
I don't get it. I just don't. I examine what I eat,

what supplements I take, how much I sleep, how much I do- everything down to which SHOES I wore the day before to see if I can find a pattern.


There's an episode of The Magic School Bus where Ms Frizzle shrinks the bus (of course) and they travel inside a sick classmates body. I really need to find me a Ms Frizzle.