As you are probably already guessing, that's changed. The muscle has gotten worse, and I was able to do my job, but I'd have to pause a lot to let the numb feeling go away or have to wait for a coworker to arrive for their shift and ask them to do stuff for me. That wasn't fair to them, and it wasn't fair to my boss to have a kitchen manager who couldn't be there to manage the kitchen.
My IC and chronic fatigue weren't helping. I was too tired from the day job to take care of myself. IC means strict diet and from scratch meals, and I just didn't have the energy for that, and hubby and I would just go out to eat.
What finally got me was I picked up an empty pan and had a spasm of pain in my back. It wasn't severe, but enough for me to decide it was time to stop before I did permeant damage that was unfixable.
That was three weeks ago, and already I can see an improvement in my health. My back still hates me, and the chronic illnesses aren't going anywhere. I don't get the luxury of getting better, but I'm getting to take care of myself the way I need to be. I also get to claim the title of full-time writer again. Now, to make enough money to match. ;)