The Diary of an Arthritic, Aged 11
The other day whilst going through some old notebooks and folders, I found my diary. I was eleven years old when I began to write in it, and it was a few months after I began seeing a rheumatologist. We didn't know what type of arthritis I had at that point, and we wouldn't for about two more years. Anyway, I couldn't help but share some of my eleven years old thoughts with you. I'm sure that little Elizabeth wouldn't mind. "We played football today in gym. The teacher wouldn't let me sit out when I began getting really painful, so I started to think about Beatles songs and that made me feel better. I was able to finish the game this time too." Aww. Good job little Elizabeth! If you want to read about that mean teacher, click here . By the way, that game only consisted of following behind a group of children who thought it was the Olympics. "I don't know how I feel about having arthritis. I'm not in denial, I'm not happy, but I a...