I am consumed by pain. I don’t want to write about it anymore. The Internet tells me that if I share my story, other people with arthritis will come and share coping tips or learn coping tips and I’ll become part of a community. I don’t care. Pain is my dark passenger. I take a lot of pills. Most of them are supplements that aren’t proven to do anything, but I’m hopeful. Sometimes, I take an anti-nausea pill and then 30 minutes later I take an opiate and then fall asleep for a long time. Those are days when my neck (which has some sort of spasm problem) has been bad enough to make me mean. Opiates don’t help my knee. A long time ago, before Jack was born and when Jack was a baby, I couldn’t get up and down from the floor. I feel like that again. My hands don’t close all the way.
I increased my dose of antidepressants, but I’m fighting with the drug companies’ patient assistance programs over the wording on the prescriptions that I got from my doctor. They have to be worded exactly right, or I can’t get the patient assistance. So I have a week or so of antidepressants left.
It’s OK, it’s temporary. Life just does not seem to care that I’d like a little breather, here.
Avery and Jack learned to ride their bikes without training wheels, and I’m the one who taught them. (mostly) I did get Avery a midsized bike with 20″ instead of 24″ wheels as shown in this photo, since she’s just a wee too small for this bike. As soon as we get to the point where she doesn’t throw her helmet down in anguish 5 minutes into a bike ride, I think we’ll be OK. (She is happy that she’s learned to ride her bike, but not yet ready to “go on a bike ride”)
Lucy has developed a horrific smell. She needs a bath apparently one thousand times a week.
I started a new online venture selling treasures that I gather and rehab. I’m not rehabbing much right now, but soon. I made my first sale about 30 minutes after I launched the store.
I’d like to use arthritis as an excuse for the quality of this post. I’ll skip that and just say I don’t need excuses. Sometimes we write well and sometimes we just write.