When you have arthritis everything can come to a screeching halt, and for no apparent reason…

When you have arthritis everything can come to a screeching halt, and for no apparent reason. This weekend was one of those times. I woke up Saturday morning with the worst shoulder pain – as though I slept on a rocky cliff spiked with broken glass. The pain stayed with me all weekend, and this morning seemed to have disappeared. I was freaking out all day Saturday – and Sunday – because it crept into every other part of my life. My stomach hurt from it, my fingers tingled, my hair stood up on the back of my neck (no hair on my back).

And then it went away; like magic. Which really aggravated me. I mean I was happy that it did go away, but I would have liked it to have been for a more meaningful reason than just black magic. It ruined my weekend – the least I can do is write about it.


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