Don't Judge Me for My Good Days: Psoriatic-arthritis.com

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  (This was posted Feb 16, 2024 - but I thought it was such a great topic that I wanted to repost it.) Please don't judge me based on my good days. Looks can be deceiving for someone with a chronic illness. What looks like a good day might actually be a good day. Or it might be a good few hours. Or it could be someone doing their best to function through the pain. You don't honestly know what someone is going through, especially when they have lived with the pain for a long time. You'd be surprised how much pain people can learn to smile through. Read the full article at psoriatic-arthritis.com
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Arthritis Skits

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I write a good portion of my day, whether it's for school, this blog, communication or leisure. Some of my favourite things to write are skits and sketches, specifically comedies. I actually will use some in the coming months to make a short film for art class.

Anyway, some of that inspiration for my comedy skits actually comes from having arthritis. No, it's not funny to have arthritis. But, I do find the humour in some of the worse parts of it, as you might have witnessed on this blog. I don't want to be sad at all, and I'm too stressed from school and such to be serious all the time too. And I've found that a lot of the time, people will learn way more when they can laugh and not be serious (Thank you to Horrible Histories for teaching me this).

Also, as a side note, most I do actually preform these skits. Typically they require a wide variety of characters. So I play them all. Rest assured, you can only imagine how many mustaches I've ever drawn on. :)

I would also like to say that sketches, films and such are art forms. I would like to clarify this for the world because recently I had a friend who didn't understand why I have had to watch several films for art class.

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  1. AriannaJanuary 25, 2013 at 4:45 PM

    I love, love writing. I've written 6 novels already, and I'm also a staff writer for a website.

    And I totally agree that it's OK (and a good thing!) to laugh at your arthritis. If I didn't have a sense of humor, I'd be pretty miserable :p

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    1. ElizabethJanuary 26, 2013 at 10:03 AM

      Wow! That's really impressive, and awesome!

      Same here, laughter is the best medicine. :)

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