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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Hand Pain for Me

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My hips hurt a lot today. My back hurts a lot today. My knees hurt a lot today. But the worse part is, my hands hurt a lot today.

And I don't have arthritis of my hand.

No, this isn't random pain. Today I was trying to finish a coloured pencil illustration. Rather than taking my time and using nice layers that would smooth over, I rushed (I didn't have much time to complete it) and grinded my coloured pencils into the paper. In just a few minutes (if not less), my hand hurt terribly. It hurt to touch something, hold something, move my hand, or even just keeping it still. It was bad and still is kind of bad.

I always felt 'out of the loop' with adults and children with arthritis because most of those I've met have hand pain. I now symapthasis with them. Not completely, I admit not even half complete, but I can now understand that hand pain is the worse pain. You don't realise how much you need your hands until they hurt too much to use. I can't even imagine what you go through.

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  1. AriannaFebruary 15, 2013 at 6:16 PM

    Aw, I'm sorry, Elizabeth! That sucks. My hands were the first joints arthritis attacked, so I'm very used to the pain. Now (two years later) I have pain in every joint, but for me, hand pain is one of the easiest ones to deal with. Maybe just because they were the first to get arthritis and I don't even notice a lot of the pain anymore? I don't know. For me, hip pain is the worst. Ugh.

    Hope your hand feels better soon (am I reading correctly that you just sprained it from drawing?)!

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    1. ElizabethFebruary 16, 2013 at 6:35 PM

      That's like me with my hips: my hips were always affected so I'm better at dealing with it.

      It's much better now that I got to rest. Spraining my hand drawing would make for a hilarious story for my art class :D

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