I had a rough night at work last night. I'm afraid my reprieve from my RA is coming to an end. I went to work at 6 pm last night with an extreme case of fatigue. Not the best way to start out a 13 hour shift, but I hoped for the best since I have felt good the past 9 days. With my job, one of my duties is loading 3500 pound rolls of paper into the carriage, then raising the roll up off of the floor about 3 inches and spinning it all of the way around checking the rolls for damage. We ran 62 of rolls of paper last night. This is tiring for a normal person, let alone someone with RA and a case of fatigue.
On top of that, we had a paper break losing paper in 3 ovens. To make a long story short, there was a lot of climbing up and down (3 story press I work on) to reweb the 450 feet of paper we lost in the crash.
Just when I thought things were calming back down, we ran out of ink and didn't have another barrel in the pressroom. Mike and Sean were at break, so I was elected to go to the ink room and try to locate another barrel of 6G Sage green. Doesn't sound to bad right? The plant I work at has 13 acres under one roof and the ink room is a good six minute walk. Coming back I was pushing a 450 pound barrel of ink with a steel drum truck that I'm pretty sure was made before world war 1.
I had good intentions of working out before crawling in bed this morning. My feet hurt so bad, I slowly exited my truck, limped up the sidewalk, eased inside and hit the recliner, not to move again until I limp down the hallway to my bed.
Yes, my RA is back and I still have 4 more nights to work this week.