A couple of days ago, I was absolutely drop-kicked, knocked out, and [insert your favorite beat up metaphor here] by my rheumatoid arthritis. Now, this has happened many times before, so it many regards it wasn’t anything new. This time, however, I received zero warning signs before I was the the midst of a full blown flare.
The good news: When this flare started to take place, I had just arrived walked in the door of my physical therapist’s clinic.
And while I was seemingly teleported almost instantaneously from “normal” life to complete pain and disability (both hands curled up and could not be moved for about an hour and a half), there were a few words that I kept on repeating to myself, over and over.
“When the pain is this bad, the only thing I can do at the moment is try to accept the pain for what it is. If I try to will the pain away, then things are only going to get even worse.”
This thought simultaneously made me feel at peace and scared the hell out of me. I have not had a panic attack in months…but on this day, I did experience some feelings of anxiety.
But before I knew it, the worst had passed. I rested, and ate lunch. A few hours later, I was in my home office, tutoring one of my students.
And just like that, life goes on…
Stay tuned…for the next adventure of Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy!