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There is a fine, fine line between losing hope and moving forward. Yesterday Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy crossed that line multiple times, and it was scary as hell. My biggest victory during the afternoon was lifting my own fork to feed myself – before yesterday I would have never been able to envision that such a seemingly simple task could be so difficult. I now know otherwise. (I did ask for help in cutting my food as it’s been weeks that this has become increasingly more difficult. I always know my place setting – it’s the one with a steak knife, no matter what is being served.)

But today is a new day.

I spent last night and this morning reaching out to my personal support network, both near and far. This was a big jump for me, as I begin to finally accept that asking for support is not a sign of weakness, but is indeed a sign of strength. I know I still have a lot to process on the path of asking for help, but being able to write the previous sentence with ease is a big step forward for me. (And I really do need these big steps, as my physical steps have become shorter and slower.)

Sometimes the support we are looking for comes from the individuals we expect it from the most. Sometimes is does not comes from the individuals we expect it from the most. At other times, it surprises us and comes from places where we least expect it.

Some of the strongest shows of support that I have received during the past few days have come from my readers, from fellow superheroes in online support groups, and even from the manager at my fitness club who told me that I would not be charged for any days that I lost at the gym due to limitations of my rheumatoid arthritis. For this, I am grateful.

Some of the strongest shows of support that I have received during the past few days have come from loved ones close in my life. It is hard to see the effect that my illness has on them, but I am learning that by working together we can all become stronger. I am working past feeling that I am burdening them, and learning that in talking and crying we can together move forward. For this, I am grateful.

I close today’s post with sincerity instead of humor. To everyone near and far, personal and virtual, – THANK YOU for your support. That is just what I need to get me through moments like this.

[Looking forward: I am going to my rheumatologist this afternoon for some anti-inflammatory injections. I am also lining up a physical therapist familiar with RA to exercise my body during some of the most difficult periods.]

Stay tuned…for the next adventure of Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy!

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Sunday Break

Because there is no such thing as taking too many breaks!

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Photos taken at the San Francisco Conservatory of Flowers and Golden Gate Park.
SF Conservatory Of Flowers

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I finally got around to watching Marley & Me this weekend. It was great to see superheroine Kathleen Turner back on the big screen!

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Today’s brunch menu: homemade gluten-free waffles.

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Redefining Victory

For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin…But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten though first, some unfinished business, time to still be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. -Alfred D. Souza

captainvictoryYesterday was a difficult day. The constant inflammation in Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy’s hands and feet has led not only to a great reduction in the amount of weight they can support, but is also limiting their range of motion. Waking up yesterday with such limited mobility felt like crashing into a brick wall. Crash test dummy or not, I made it my goal to at least move from room to room throughout the day. Although it was difficult, I managed to pull it off. (Never before have an Ultra-Portable PC and a MacBook Air – weighing in at 5lbs and 3lbs respectively – seemed so heavy!)

How is it that just a couple of weeks ago I was starting my day with not too many difficulties, I was going to pilates/yoga class five days a week, and I was able to step out of the house on short notice and go run errands – when now, just being able to bathe myself and get dressed sometimes feel like the biggest victories of my day?

So I got to thinking, what exactly is victory? (Is it me or am I beginning to sound like Carrie Bradshaw?) Victory always seems so big. Big “V” posters. Sports championships. Victory is more than just winning – it’s winning big. The confusion in my mind was growing stronger: is it okay to feel victorious after just getting out of bed, after just taking a bath, and after just getting dressed?

I woke up this morning, still reeling from the rapid descent of the past couple of days, and with my left foot in an even worse state than it was yesterday. The thought of going through the day seemed too much to handle. My mind and body were sending me signals of defeat (the thought of curling up and spending the day in bed crossed my mind more than once). I was just on the verge of throwing in the towel when I thought about the question that has been on my mind for days, and decided – yes, it is okay to redefine victory. (I ohhh so much want to make a George Bush jab here – but I think it’s best for me to keep politics out of this.)

So I spent this Saturday redefining victory.

Deciding I would leave the house during the day to go see the new weekend blockbuster movie. Victory. (Even though I had not yet done anything physically, I already felt that just having made this choice was going to be one of my biggest victories of the day.)

Bathing, dressing, putting on all of my braces and supports, and switching my cane for my forearm crutches – I’m upgrading my superhero gear so rapidly, it seems. Victory. (Even though this took over and hour and left me feeling exhausted.)

Allowing myself to lay down and listen to music for fifteen minutes before stepping out of the house. Victory. (In addition to being able to recover from getting ready, I was able to mentally prepare myself for the challenges I was soon going to face by going downtown while using crutches.)

Going to the movies and watching X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Victory. (Okay, the movie wasn’t that good, but with the sound literally piercing through my bones – must it be so loud? – it did give me an opportunity to get my mind off my rheumatoid arthritis. I would never rag on another superhero, but have you ever noticed how Hollywood superheros struggle when they gain new abilities. What’s up with that?)

Making an unexpected visit to a nearby museum where I spent an hour looking at some paintings and sculptures – one of my favorite things to do but probably one of the last things I would have proactively planned on a day like today. Victory. (Going up and down the antique wooden steps with my crutches -as there was no elevator – doubled as my exercise for the day.)

Taking things one hour at a time today ended up turning what would have surely been my worst day in months into one of my best day in months. If, in the future I have to take things one minute at a time to get though the day, that is what I will do. The pain is still there, the mobility problems are still there, but somehow I am learning that I can continue to live a fulfilling life.

So in closing, I pledge to work on making my feelings of personal well-being less dependent on the presence/absence of pain and mobility limitations in my body.

Stay tuned…for the next adventure of Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy!

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Kudos to my sister for recommending “Learning to Breathe: One Woman’s Journey of Spirit and Survival“. I downloaded the book this morning and got through the first 100 pages. Reading about the author’s personal struggle with pain and hearing her motivational message was definitely key in turning my day around.

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On Becoming Visible

Over the past few weeks the invisible nature of my rheumatoid arthritis has slowly been slipping away, little by little. Anyone with an eye to detail could see the wrist guards and ankle protectors peeking out from underneath my clothing. (Who am I kidding? Even if they did not have an to eye detail, they could still see them.) When the superhero gear comes off, things are not any better. My swollen red joints blink like Rudolph’s nose – once again, not too hard to miss. But last night the final effects of my invisibility cloak wore off – my walking cane came out of the closet.

I have two wood walking canes, one black and one brown. Like a good scout should always has two belts (black and brown) so must a superhero have color coordinated mobility aids. My mother once gave me a folding leopard print cane – I’m not making this up! I kindly told her that she might want to find someone else she could give it to as the chances of my using it were very very slim.

A few years back I was in New York City for a short visit. (I went to college in NYC and always enjoy returning and seeing how much the city has/has not changed.) One day I went to the Cloister to see the famed tapestries, then swung over to the Met to see the Egyptian temple, and then was walking down Fifth Avenue when – BAM! – my knee gave out like a flat tire. (Weeks of constant inflammation had finally caught up to me.)  My walking cane was, of course, at home thousands of miles away.

Needless to say, I had to cut short my plans that afternoon and find a way to get back to my hotel off Columbus Circle. So there I was in midtown Manhattan, bad knee, desperately wondering where the heck I was going to find a cane, when across the street I see a neon “Shoe Shine” sign flickering in a storefront window. It was sort of eerie, I know – just like the movies when some odd little store appears out of nowhere just at the right time (and usually selling items that carry some weird curses).

As I approach (half limping/half dragging my left leg) what do I see? A display of about a dozen walking canes, right there in front of me. I can not believe it! I get right up to the window, when – uh oh. All the canes have big silver handles in the shape of a duck, a steam engine, and who knows what else. No offense to any of my fellow superheros who happen to use this style of walking cane, but as a young guy in my early 30s (at the time) it just did not seem to be my thing.

A quick visit into the store revealed a larger collection of less flashy walking canes. Yes! I chose a classic black wood cane, had it sized (they had a saw – who knew?) and continued on my way. My sister’s wedding was coming up in a week, so I thought this new cane would go well with my tuxedo. (It did, by the way – luckily though, my height did save me from looking like Danny Devito playing the Penguin in Batman!)

So back to the present moment of today, I once again have to get used to the laser vision stares that come my way as I walk down the street. A seemingly healthy guy with a cane just seems to draw a lot of eyes. For some reason, strangers always feel the need to ask me what sport I was playing when I got my “injury”. Uh, I got into a cage match with my immune system, and my immune system seems to have won. I am tired of pretending to be a soccer player, but they always seem to like that response and leave happy. (I used to answer by saying that I had rheumatoid arthritis, but that never seemed to work — too many blank stares, and too many comments on my age.) I was once even asked if I had gotten hurt while mountain climbing. How adventurous of me, no?

I am hopeful that the inflammation will come under control in the near future, and lighten up the grip hold it has on my joints at the moment.  In addition to bringing the cane out of the closet, I also had to upgrade my right hand’s wrist guard from the wrist model to the full forearm model.  (Don’t forget, my wrists are not happy campers either at the moment.) I have to be careful that any strain that I am transferring from my foot to my cane does not cause further harm to my wrists.

So for now, Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy’s superhero nature is just a little more visible as he walks down the street.  Next time you see a young guy walking down the street with a cane and are wondering if he twisted his ankle in a pickup game of basketball, stop – and tell yourself: He just might be a superhero!

If you have any personal stories – serious or silly – about canes, crutches, and other mobility aids, I would love to hear them!

Stay tuned…for the next adventure of Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy!

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Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy Mocktail

Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy find himself with the clock ticking down to Happy Hour Friday.  The NSAID side effect critters have unleashed an attack on his stomach. Scientists from the DMARD institute have advised on the reduction or elimination of alcoholic beverage consumption. And if that was not enough, the Inflammation monster is getting in some pretty strong punches. It looks as though this might be the end for Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy!

But wait – Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy runs into a nearby bar and whips together a mocktail that not only tastes great, but it’s good for your body. Once again, Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy saves the day (or at least, Happy Hour Friday).

These are the four main ingredients of my mocktail. Recipe follows.

GingerGinger – Ginger has long been used in India to treat inflammation and pain. Studies have shown that in patients with autoimmune disease, ginger is helpful in providing relief to some arthritic symptoms.  Ginger is also excellent for the stomach as it assists in reducing inflammation related to ulcerative colitis and digestive disturbances.


MintMint – Mint is well known for its ability to sooth the digestive tract and reduce the severity and length of stomach aches. Mint has also shown great promise at easing the discomfort associated with irritable bowel syndrome, and even at slowing the growth of many of the most harmful bacteria and fungi.


PineapplePineapple – Bromelain, an important enzyme found in pineapple, has been found to be a useful anti-inflammatory, effective in reducing swelling and assisting in the treatment of arthritis and gout. Pineapple is high in oxidants and full of manganese, a mineral essential for the body’s energy production.


7 Up7Up – Okay I’m not exactly sure what the health benefits of 7Up are, but everytime I got a cold or a flu when I was a little kid I was given my own personal bottle of 7Up to drink as I was in bed recovering.  This must have been a 1970s thing, as I think 7UP used to be marketed as good for your health and stomach.  Maybe it was the fizz.


Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy Mocktail

Put some ice cubes in a tall glass and fill with half Pineapple Juice and half 7Up. Add 1-2 tablespoons of Ginger Mint Syrup, to taste. Garnish with a fresh mint leaf. Enjoy!

Ginger Mint Syrup

-Medium piece of unpeeled ginger root, approx. 3-4 inches, chopped
-Small bunch of fresh mint, chopped
-1 cup sugar
-2 cups water

Mix sugar and water in a small saucepan over medium heat. Stir until sugar is dissolved.  Add ginger root and mint and simmer over low heat for five minutes. Remove from heat, cover, and allow to cool for one hour.  Strain syrup and store in airproof container.  Keep refrigerated.

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Tomorrow marks the one week anniversary of my blog launch, so I will be celebrating by drinking my mocktail. If you have your own favorite superhero mocktail recipe, please do share!

Stay tuned…for the next adventure of Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy!

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