Arth-right-is.

Come on, I tried.  Its tough to be witty when your fingers are bent like dried up shrimps.

 I stole that from 30 Rock.  Whatever.  Shut up.

I guess there was great news delivered by my Physician's Assistant today.  For the first time in a year and a half, my white blood cell count is normal.  This is a very exciting development, because this Crohn's flare has been such a pain in the ass, I don't know how much more I can stand.  My inflammatory markers are still way up, and rather than assume that it is ulcer-related and continue to medicate for Crohn's, I'd like to believe that it is because my raging autoimmune arthritis is again, rearing it's ugly, impolite head.  I don't want to start another treatment for something that's not even there- and I won't cave and take another medication like Mobic, that threw me into this flare to begin with. [Shouldn't a Rheumatoid Physician who has worked with Crohn's patients for say, 35 years, know something about the warnings??]  I should have just iced and warmed my joints, instead.

I posted earlier this year about an older gentleman who gave me hard time in the grocery store about using a motorized cart.  Yeah, like I'm happy about needing one... clearly when someone can barely lift their jar of peanut butter, they are committing nothing but shennanery and should be reprimanded, promptly.  This man made me feel so bad about myself, and actually made me think that because of what he saw in me, that others must have seen it, too.  I couldn't have been more wrong.  People are a LOT nicer than you think.  And if they aren't, chances are they're going through their own ordeal.  So the next time your defense shields go up, take a moment and think about the other side of that convo.  Hell, maybe they're experiencing something even worse.  

But I totally hate the guts of anyone who dares draw attention to my embarrassing physical shortcomings.  Hard.  For like ten minutes.  Pshhh.  

Ever wake up to half your face melting off??!

circa 8/2010

I'm so grown up.

I'll take my joint problems and walk, thank you.