It has been becoming increasingly obvious that this disease called arthritis is not going to allow me to sit through several hours of dance recital tomorrow. After doing everything I know how to do, I finally threw in the towel and called Youngest Son to let him know.
Sometimes I wish that if I had to have a disease, it would be something more predictable and treatable - something that would allow me a medication regimen or exercise plan or something that would help control it. Instead I have flare-ups and not always in the same joints. Sometimes it's in the knees - sometimes hips - sometimes my back. And then it will tease me into thinking that it is getting better before it nails me again.
This doesn't happen all the time. Just once in a while. I can go for weeks at a time with very little problem. And I am thankful for that. And I can usually work around the stiffness and pain. I am slower than I used to be, but still usually able to get around alright. Except now. When I really want to watch my sweet granddaughters dance.
OK. I got that out of my system. Sometimes it helps to just rant a bit. I'm still grumpy, but that, too, shall pass.
Thanks for listening.
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