My arthritis is still here. It doesn’t matter how many times I wish upon a star that my body will magically heal itself, it wont. I may exercise 3 to 4 times a week, run 5ks, and sometimes stay up late, but the last 24 hours have been a grueling reminder that I still have arthritis.
Last night, my body came crashing down. I couldn’t help with the dogs. I couldn’t collect the trash. I couldn’t help shovel snow. I couldn’t even eat. I just went to bed. The next morning, I dragged myself out of bed, grudgingly hated every item of clothing I own. Not because it didn’t fit right or look right, but because it wasn’t soft enough. My skin hurt. I wore my hair wavy/curly/I-don’t-give-a-crap way because I couldn’t raise my arms above my head. For my make-up, I’m grateful I remembered to put on mascara.
Today is an off day. Tomorrow will be better.