I feel good. There, I said it. It’s been a week and my joints aren’t swelling and achy. I’ve been afraid to admit that I feel good. Like RA karma will come down and smack me hard for daring to say that I feel okay. It’s a shocking feeling to not be in pain. I’ve written before that the pain is so integrated into my life that I don’t feel like myself without it. I obviously like not being in pain, I just don’t quite know what to do with myself when it’s gone (probably because that is a rare occasion).
So what do I do when I feel good? I wear heels three days in a row. After a full day of work, I walked the dog for an extra 15 minutes, I ran errands, and I did 3 loads of laundry. Not revolutionary, I know, but hey…I haven’t been able to carry more than 1 load of wash up and down the stairs for years. How long will it last? Not sure, but I’m going to ride it out happily until my disease decides to smack me down again.
Not all of my symptoms are gone. I have some serious fatigue but luckily, I have a 4 day holiday to rest up. Regardless, I have a lot to be grateful for this year. My #spoonie pets are also doing well right now, I have a job that I love, family that is in good health, and friends who mean the world to me. Life is good.