Today marks three weeks since my last major flare. There were a couple of times during this past week when I thought that this streak was going to come to an end, but it hasn’t. On both occasions, as soon as I accepted the pain that I was experiencing (it’s starting to grab onto my right arm) and told myself that I would be okay if my consecutive series of flare-free days came to an end, my pain ‘vanished’ almost as quickly as it appeared.
This is an interesting lesson that I continue to learn: the more that I turn towards to and embrace my pain, the more of a non-entity is continues to become. Sure, it is always present (I’ve been flare-free, not pain-free, after all) and my pain should be neither ignored nor denied…but I have learned that it is possible to give it too much attention. Like with a spoiled child, the more attention it gets, the more attention it wants. I’ve broken this cycle, and now try to give my pain only the attention that it really needs. Nothing more.
And as I celebrate going three weeks without a flare, I also have some other reasons to celebrate. Not only is today my mother-in-law’s birthday, but it’s also the third anniversary of the day when my partner and I exchanged wedding vows in San Francisco, California! (This was back during the brief period when same-sex marriage was legal in this state, before the passage of Proposition 8.) We were a couple for eight years before be got legally married, which brings the grand total to eleven years together!
So here’s hoping that everyone’s weeks are off to as great a start as mine is. What makes it even sweeter, down here in the southern hemisphere, is that is seems like winter has finally passed, and spring is here! Yet one more reason to celebrate. (And if you’re interested, here are some photos from a day trip that I took two years ago, today.)
Stay tuned…for the next adventure of Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy!