The Girl With Arthritis

Last night I went out and did something I haven't done in a very long time- I went dancing. I know, it's an insane thing to do! Especially because I haven't been feeling that well all week. But I went out and did it anyway. And it was amazing. I had a great night and was really sore. But after about three cups of coffee, I was okay. And this morning aside from some stiffness, soreness, and some nausea I am absolutely fine. I'm shocked! My back and hips were killing me all week and then Friday it was like it all vanished. If there is one thing I will never understand, it is arthritis. It has been said numerous times but I cannot emphasise how when you have arthritis, there are days you are miserably ill and others you are on top of the world! This disease is very confusing, especially when you can barely move on Thursday but can go out dancing on Friday night. It can be frustrating when one day you can do something but the next day you can't. It's upsetting w...

Specifically facts number 28 and 39.

I'm doing the unthinkable: I'm going to wear high heels. You might call me mad- even I'm calling myself mad! But I'm doing it anyway. Not without reason of course. I have a special event coming up in the next months. Everything is all set: I've got a dress, a date and all the trimmings. And even some shoes of the high heeled variety. Granted, their not very tall, but it's still a challenge. I made sure they had support and a thicker heel for stability. I've been wearing them at home whenever I can. I figure I might as well gradually get used to them. Hopefully, it will all go to plan and I won't be in agony for the night. Hoping. Anyway, practice makes perfect. Speaking of practice, I should probably start practicing dancing in my shoes. After all, I really don't want to break my ankle.

I've been busy for the past few days, and I'm finally getting to sit down and relax for a while. I put in twelve hour days quite often. Whether this is due to the fact I am young or that I'm simply busy, I know not. But what I do know is that I am young. And I do "young things." Granted, my joints don't really know that. But my brain does. And Arthur fights me the whole time I do things I like! It doesn't stop me at all. Nope. I go to concerts and dance the night away (if you want to know what that's like, check out a recent post 'Arthritis Dance'). I see theatre productions, despite the hours of inactivity. I go to parties. I shop for hours on end. I take long day trips. I do tons of things that make Arthur kick and scream and cry and beg me to go home. And I don't give in. Perhaps that's the young rebellious part of me? I think so, because I'm good to my parents and listen to my professors. Obviously I had to ignore someone.  ...

I can dance. And I make sure can my friends dance, because if they don't dance then their no friends of mine. Just kidding. Arthur hates to dance, and he makes sure I can't either. You see, whenever I dance I look like a robot having a seizure. I have an awesome sense of rhythm too! It's just that my body doesn't know that. Arthur especially hates when I slow dance: He makes sure my joints crack, creak, and pop at a volume that most people -even teenage boys- find moderately horrifying. But he hates dancing in general. He makes sure my muscles get really tight so it's harder to sway and enjoy the beat. On top of that, he gives me tons of pain and fatigue. When I was about three, I took a month of dance lessons. Obviously, my early introduction to the art of dance did not make me any better since I still dance at the level of a three year old.