I stopped telling myself I would blog more often because I could see right through me. ;)
But the other lies, from my last post, well, they are becoming truths.
My new medicine is working.
I booked the trip, went, and had a wonderful time!
I ran today, and yesterday, and last week. (Granted, I'm slow, but steady.)
My dogs get walked more regularly too.
I'm better than fine, it really isn't that bad (right now), and I will never, ever let it get me down... EVER!
My last flare, short and not bad at all, was in May. Since then I have been teetering so close to normal I can feel it. Like everything with my RA, the changes are gradual and subtle. The realization that the stiffness in the morning is gone comes to me in the doctor's office when she asks about it. I think and try to remember when it left. But I can't recall.
Looking back over the past two months I see the prominent position that RA plays is my life slipping away and something else has taken over. Something like "life"? I think so. I definitely think it is so.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
* I'll blog more often.
* This new medicine will work.
* Sure, book that trip! I'll feel better in May.
* I will run today.
* I will walk the dogs today.
Lies I tell everyone else...
* I'm fine.
* It's not that bad.
* It doesn't get me down!
The truth? I lie to myself and to you every single day. I have to. If I didn't, then I would curl up in a fetal position in my bed and never get up.
I tell myself every day that it won't hurt as much, and most of the time I am wrong. But I tell myself again the next day, and the next.
I ignore the pain, the stiffness, and the fatigue, because if I didn't then I could not work, create, or dream.
I ignore my hands and use them and push them and curse them.
I lie to everyone. I lie, lie, lie... And because I do, I am living and hoping and laughing and crying and believing that tomorrow might be different.
Saturday, February 09, 2013
The East is socked in and I am jealous.
We had a blizzard a few years ago and I loved the brutal quiet and cold.
I loved watching dogs cavort and try to clear two foot drifts with their stubby legs.
I loved how it slowed everything down and doing nothing but watching snow, making soup, and curling up with cats was completely acceptable and anything else was frowned upon.
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
I've been a terrible blogger this past year. Granted, the year pretty much sucked, but that is no excuse. You would have loved to have read all about the suckage, yes? Doubt it.
So, a bit of a recap in photos and then a commitment to better blogging for 2013!
Mr. Dumbles started off the year by adopting this Christmas basket and making it is own space. We have left the basket out all year.
Noodle spent most of the winter and all of the spring battling mono. She was one sick puppy!
The school year of 2011-2012 ended (my first at the Junior High) and I was ready for summer. It was a difficult year for so many reasons, but I was determined to hang in there and give it one more year.
Since October, my RA has been relentless. Some days are ok, others are hard, really hard. I think this month my doctor and I will look at other options.
As I said, I am committing to being a more consistant blogger. I hope you stick with me through this next year.
Saturday, November 03, 2012
My life changed, just a bit more, this weekend. I look forward every year to my four days at the Oklahoma Arts Institute. I haven't felt well. I hurt, and I ache, and I am tired. The fatigue that comes with an autoimmune disorder is impossible to explain. Thursday I left for Quartz Mountain and yesterday I came home.
It was too hard.
The mind games I had to play with myself were exhausting me to the point of tears. The pep-talks in the mirror became hollow.
I couldn't keep it up and I left.
The fires in my joints slowly burn and smolder. In the morning, the fires are cold, the pain is like ice, dry and as hard as diamonds. I feel like I crack as I try to move.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
I stopped comparing my life to Hannah's a long time ago.
Her trajectory veers nowhere close to mine and I rejoice.
She has been solidly entrenched in her teenage years for awhile now, but not like any teenager I know.
This year I started to see and hear the faintest hints of an adult woman slipping through her words, formulating in her grace.
But when she opened her gifts, she stated loudly, "I plan to open my presents like an eight year old every year now!"
So each year, I can look forward to a glimpse of the eight year old.
Hello young woman.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Older daughter has had a busy summer, not all of it good. Poor girl has had some toe issues and is recovering from minor surgery on her big toe. She'll be good to go for the start of school next month.
She completed and passed Driver's Ed. With some more practice, she might get licensed this spring. She did get her permit,
and that meant going to Stillwater
which means a stop at Eskimo Joe's. Yum!
For the last few weeks I have been taking her to Edmond for art classes. She likes it, even though all the other students are adults. She hasn't learned anything that she already knows, but is enjoying the time to just paint and be with other artists.
Her talent and knowledge still delights me.
Who knew this
would eventually be this?