I woke up in the night, i turned slightly.. My hips were sore, hand heavy, tried to clench my fist- they hurt.
It's been two days since i was told i had RA.. Two days..
Monday - They confirmed it, i wandered about, grieved a bit, put some cheer in my voice called the parents heard the pain in their silence, stayed in my duvet for 8 hours, not even thinking about it..
Tuesday: I told people, my best friend called me and she did what she is good at. Helping me to get ahead of it.. Made me join a Facebook page on RA, searching for forums and told me to write about it. She is a gem
Wednesday: I'm sat here, in pains not more than i can bear, but as little to inform me of it's presence planning my days carefully.. Lifestyle is about to change, not drastically as to plunge me into depression but change in a good way i hope.
This Hour: I'm not angry, I'm not sad - I've taken it on my chin as most things, but I'm happy or a variation of it.
It won't weigh me down anymore, i won't wonder. I will have to give up alcohol for Life, the Meds don't agree with it.. I will have to get used to it.. Lol, i even told God -Thank You.. Was that out of resignation? Was that out of fear? I don't know..
I haven't done anything productive in the Last month, I have to.. I owe it to myself..
Today is Ash Wednesday, Lent is around the corner.
I will partake in this Lent, not cause I have to, but yea - I want to.
I'm 27 and I've got Rheumatoid Arthritis..
