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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I Want to Know What You Want to Read

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I kind of hate retelling my day in a blog. I mean, when something actually happens it's nice to write but most of the time nothing happens. I seem to write generally about one subject or another. I like doing that the most. If anyone has any ideas for me to cover, would like me to write about something, has any questions for me or would like my opinion on something, let me know in the comments or send me an Email at girlwitharthritis@yahoo.com .
Thanks :)

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  1. AnonymousMarch 3, 2013 at 10:32 AM

    I am just perusing your blog for the first time. I have to say that you should just keep on writing whatever comes to mind, because so far, you are dead on. At least in my humble opinion. You had me at, "cry pain away." I, too, have PsA. I hope you feel better, as I hope I do, too. Keep on writing!

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    1. ElizabethMarch 3, 2013 at 11:01 AM

      Hello! Thanks for reading :)
      And thank you again: I try and write to relate with others, and I'm happy that I have (well, not the reason to relate, anyway). I do hope you feel better too!

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