It hurts to walk. It hurts to stand up. I hurts to sit down. It hurts to pick things up. It hurts to bend over. It pretty much hurts to do anything because every damn joint in my hand, arm, leg, foot, and every other place in my body feels like I've been beaten to within an inch of my life with a tire iron.
This is not natural.
So today I saw my doc's physician assistant. Apparently, one of the med's that I took for 5 years (for migraines) but stopped a month ago (cuz it eats kidneys) could have masked an underlying problem which is now coming out, i.e. knees and tire irons. And then there was a lot of talk about blood tests and arthritis and my dad's history of rheumatoid arthritis and how that was a possibility for me. But, Mom, said, don't worry!
"They didn't use to treat arthritis until your hands got all gnarled and twisted and you couldn't really use them, but now there are things you can use right away. Now, you have to really look at Dad's hands to see how deformed they are."
"Mom, this isn't really help- "
"And there's a woman in my Sunday School on Sunday and it must have been right after they were married - wait, no, it was right before they were married; no, that wouldn't make sense, it'd have to be right after. Anyway, so it must have been right after they got married she got rheumatoid arthritis and her hands just became and gnarled and deformed and she couldn't - "
"Mom, enough with the pep talk. How is this supposed to make me feel good?"
"Well," a cheery note in her voice, "she led a productive life!"
At which point she was banned from cheering me up. Besides, I reminded her, we don't even know if I have arthritis, for goodness sakes. We have to wait for the blood work. The long, long, long wait for the blood work.
2 comments:
That sucks.
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Oh, man. I really love your mom, even though I can see how her "pep talk" would not really help! At least you can laugh about that, right? :) Love you!
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