Bruised and Whiny

You’ve been warned. I’m whiny. I’m all about the self pity today. I’m trying very hard in my day to day (real life) interactions to completely shine on the RA and just act as if. I’m getting up earlier in the morning so that the stiffness wears off earlier in the day, which sort of works, but also leaves me tired much earlier in the evening (read: when I’m supposed to be making dinner I want to sleep). I’ve tried playing tennis a few times since starting the Celebrex, but …

Sobbing in the Shower

I am home from a fabulous nurtuing weekend in the desert. A weekend alone with my family, a weekend without obligations, emails or telephone calls. A weekend that marks the end of the High Holy Days, a weekend that left me feeling pure, alive and exhilarated. During the three days I had time alone with my son, and then some time alone with my daughter, and time with just my husband. Everyone had one on one time with one another. And it was good. As my second week of using …

Methotrexate

I have a prescription for it in my pocket. I’m wavering between total devastation, and joy at the thought of getting my body back. I got to hold a tiny baby today, so the joy wins. Comments closed.

New Humiliation

Monday morning I had to go get an eye exam. “When was your last eye exam?” The doctor asked me. “Never.” I replied. “I’m only doing this because the rheumatologist needs it. I see everything.” “and you are forty…” she asked. “Yes.” “Well, in two to three years you’ll probably need glasses, that’s when it happens for everyone.” She smugly responded. My baseline is fine, perfect even, and I left the office with eyes dialated. I could not see a thing. And sadly, I also could not squint to keep …