|I wish this were me. I miss this me. I need some horsey in my life.|
Thoughts flow through my head like ghosts in and out of windows in a haunted house.
Fleeting...yet sometimes filled with guilt, sometimes joy. Sometimes a longing for past pleasures.
This is what getting older and having rheumatoid arthritis feels like for me.
The monthly injection I give myself keeps the beast at bay, somewhat.
But my hands and elbows manifest the disease. You may not notice it.
|Without the medication...I can barely do this. These are Little Indy's hands.|
It's Fall. My very favorite time of year.
With my RA, and the medicine I take...which lowers my immune system so it stops attacking my joints...I am very aware of my surroundings.
I need to avoid sick people. Little people can be very snotty and green.
I have two little green snotty people living with me.
But I can avoid them when they are sick.
Since we homeschool...they don't get sick as much.
I get my yearly flu shot and a pneumonia shot.
My family gets their yearly flu shots for me.
I was called to work with the children in our ward.
I had to say no. I've never said no to a calling.
In our church we share the load and are called to different positions.
This is one calling I just can't do.
I need to stay healthy for me and my family.
But I wish I didn't have to say no so much.
I do like being healthy.
So there you go.