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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Procrastination and Fatigue

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I'm what they call, a 'speed reader.' And about two months ago, my friend let me borrow this book by one of my favourite authors. I looked at the size of it and figured it would be easy to finish. I still haven't finished it. It's not that the book is challenging, it's that I literally cannot pull myself to read it. I only very recently have picked it up and enjoyed reading it. I'm halfway and I'm determined to finish it. I want to know what happens. Or at least I keep telling myself that.

You see, I keep telling myself I want to finish it. I know in life there are going to be things I don't want to do at all, but I'm going to have to finish anyway. It's hard when you have to do  something that seems unnecessary or unpleasant, but it's in completing these tasks we tend to feel most satisfied. Worrying about a task seems to take more energy than doing it and then never having to think about it again. And to a person who has fatigue from their disease, the second option is way more preferable. I know it's not always possible, but I fight through the fatigue. It may not be good for my health, but sometimes it's just not possible to rest.

Dear Arthur,
Why do deadlines always seem to come when your acting up?
Love,
Elizabeth

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  1. AriannaJanuary 19, 2013 at 8:24 AM

    Lately, the fatigue has been the hardest thing for me to deal with. I just feel exhausted all the time. But I also try to push through it, because sleeping through my entire life doesn't sound like much fun.

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    1. ElizabethJanuary 19, 2013 at 11:57 AM

      Me too.
      True, it doesn't sound like fun, but it's quite tempting at times. :)

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