Six o’clock in the evening: the sun sets, and the temperature plunges. I am once again reminded that I am living high in the Andes Mountains. It’s only the beginning of May. Technically, we’re not even officially into winter – but it sure feels like it! I mentally start my countdown…only twelve more hours until the sun comes out again.
My wrists feel like they’ve been crushed under a huge boulder. The searing sensation in my ankles continues to grow. My left knee is pulsating in pain…five seconds on, five seconds off.
Only as recently as last week did I finally realize how much I really dreaded this time of day. As I look back on last winter, I now understand how much my pain – both emotional and physical – often spiked during this time of the day. When I signed up for an evening language course at a local university a few months ago, some of my worst moments often coincided with the beginning of class, which started at 6:15 pm.
So I’ve decided to make this time of day something to look forward to. Within the past few days, I have gone to a coffee shop, gone to happy hour, or specified an activity to start precisely at this time. The pain is still there, sure, but life goes on.
For all too long, 6:00 pm has been a bad hour for me. I’m convinced, however, that I can make it into a good hour for me.
So far, I’m having good results.
Stay tuned…for the next adventure of Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy!