Life with RA is a constant game of peek-a-boo the only difference is the tears that fall are not from laughter. Hard truth of chronic illness baby.
Some days everything seems so good with my immune system taking a day off and leaving my joints and me alone. On those days wherever I look I see beauty, happiness and joy. World full of happy go people , feasibility of things I can do, experiencing joy in the laughter of kids, finding contentment in the confines of hubby’s embrace it looks as if i’m living in a fairy tale. And those days are what keeps me going and those days are what define the actual me, what I aspire in my life
Some days its simply doomsday. Nothing works , everything aches, even the smallest of small task feels impossible making me feel hopeless and helpless, I feel jealous of everything and everyone its a direct switch from a good witch to bad witch, a fairy tale to a horror movie. But these days are what makes the good days even more special. All the things that I took for granted in the past I cherish them now. I am thankful for all the things that I experience on my good days making them more sweeter (I know I should avoid sweets/sugar).
I would say RA is a strict rule enforcer whenever I deviate from the path or start taking it for granted it knocks on the door to say “Miss me, Baby ?”, “I’m always around the corner waiting to say Hi” . God knows I do need such an enforcer to keep me on track. So today is the day it finally made the decision that i’m off track for sometime now and in dire need of a reminder so it made its grand entry to make me howl in pain.
Howl, I do and Pain, I feel. Time to buckle up and take the ride to remission (that’s exaggeration) or some pain free days…