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 Procrastination

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I am a procrastinator. If procrastination was an Olympic sport, I would get bronze, silver and gold every year running. I leave a lot of assignments to the week before they're due, and sometimes closer to their due date.

You see, I procrastinate for a lot of reasons. The biggest reasons is arthritis, especially when it comes to art projects. And this is my Procrastination Reason List:

1.) I have an 'art studio' in my own house, however since it's on a different level, I have a hard time getting there sometimes.

2.) There are times when I really can't focus because of how uncomfortable I feel.

3.) Arthritis fatigue. Enough said.

4.) I will not preform well with stiff joints: Whatever I may be working on will most likely come out 'all wrong' and cause more frustration in the mean time.

And, naturally, there are times I wait until the last moment to do a project just because I don't want to do it. But, mostly it's my arthritis reasons. And by no way are these excuses: I take full responsibility for my projects and always get them done on time and with quality work and effort.

I think a person can hold off as long as they need (or even want, in some cases) as long as the quality of their work is good. Anyway, I find I work  very well under pressure, so I am able to procrastinate and complete an excellent work.

Does arthritis 'force' you to procrastinate?

PS: As I write this, I have two projects to get done by Monday and at least three that need to be done in two weeks. ;)

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