Life is suffering. I have a whole lot of life right now. Today was hopefully what I like to call the hump day of a flare, the worst day in a string of days that progressed from “what’s going on I feel weird” to “holy fucking shit I can’t breathe”. My theory and my prayer ...
Yesterday literally as I was lacing up my running shoes, my husband walked in holding the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen: the package with my new (hopefully correctly sized) Vibram FF’s. If I may say so myself, they are bad-ass. They’re the coolest blue, with just enough lime green accent to be sassy. Oh wait, ...
Two years ago this summer I slowly began to struggle with everyday tasks: lifting the baby, getting up off the floor, opening a bottle, buckling a car seat. Eventually my joints swelled to cartoon proportions, preventing me from closing my fists, or wearing tight shoes. I stopped going to the gym because moving my knees ...
When I got out of bed this morning I almost fell over, my foot hurt so bad. After an hour or so, I become more agile, and able to walk with only a slight limp. But there will be no powerwalking, no elliptical trainer, no weight lifting (can’t hold the weights with my witch-claw), no ...
I can straighten my hand today. with pain, but this is the first time in weeks and weeks that I’ve been able to open it fully at all. ...