The rainy season has started. Even though this is our summertime, the combination of high altitude, clouds, and rain makes it feel like wintertime. Yesterday we had quite a storm right after lunchtime – thunder (my dogs are never happy when strange noises start coming out of the sky) and a strong downpour for a couple of hours early afternoon.
Which meant that by late afternoon, my rheumatoid arthritis was in full swing. My wrists felt like they had been obliterated…although if they really had been obliterated, there would be nothing left to actually feel the pain that I was experienced. (Once I try to stop figuring everything out, I actually begin to figure things out.)
I eventually rolled myself out of bed – it was my sister and brother-in-law’s last night in town, and they had invited us out to dinner. As I was getting dressed, I wondered “Why now – couldn’t this flare have waited until tomorrow, after they leave?” But the worst had passed, and I figured that in a half hour or so I would be doing much better.
Thirty minutes later I was back in the groove, enjoying our final dinner together. I was a great evening, and a wonderful way to end our visit. I just got back from the airport, as they depart on their 18 hour trip back home. The morning sky is beginning to brighten behind the dark clouds and a slight drizzle is falling, as all signs indicate that it will be another stormy day. My wrists are prepared for whatever might happen. No matter how bad the pain might get at times, the worst eventually does pass.
Sometimes the most important lesson for a superhero to learn is how to live with pain.
Stay tuned…for the next adventure of Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy!