Crappy Cinco de Mayo

I haven't had a day this bad since my big flare of 2012.  I'm scared. I'm in denial. I went to work this morning, but my stomach was in so much pain that I couldn't concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. When folks said, "Good morning," all I wanted to do was cry. Thankfully, I was able to go home and sleep. On the drive home, I held the seat belt off my stomach with one hand as I drove with the other.  My nap was interrupted with trips to the bathroom much like the night before. This will go away. I shouldn't freak out. I'll be better tomorrow, right? My stomach is feeling a little better since waking up from my nap. It doesn't mean I want to get up and move. I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat. I just want to sleep until I'm better.