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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Those Stupid 'Arthritis Cure' Commercials

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As I write this post, I'm actually watching a favourite film from when I was little and I'm thoroughly enjoying it. What surprises me, however, is the depth of the topic and how wonderfully it's presented.   It made me laugh, cry, and just about everything inbetween. I think that when a film can really reach within you, it's a film for everyone. Even if it's for children.

If you think about it, a lot of advocacy short and full length films are the same way, regardless of who their for. Soldiers, cancer patients, disaster victims, and all sorts of people have films that touch people. Even animals do. I think that people react better and want to help when they're presented a situation and get to watch it unwind. Even hour long documentaries can grip people. 

With arthritis and other painful diseases, we have many forms of advocacy and charity. But why is it, we always seem to come in second place. Why is that? 

I, personally, blame the commercials for heating pads, pain topicals, medicines and such that down play the disease SO much. Think about it. People believe a lot of what they see, and many tend to believe ONLY what they see.

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  1. AriannaFebruary 10, 2013 at 5:01 PM

    That's so true. The ads I see on TV for arthritis just show old men who have a hard time moving their lawn. "But now that I use drugs, I can climb mountains and run marathons!"

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    1. ElizabethFebruary 11, 2013 at 3:10 PM

      Exactly! They're pretty lucky if they just can't mow the lawn since some people can't even get out of bed in the morning!

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  2. AriannaFebruary 10, 2013 at 5:02 PM

    *mowing

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