nightshade
Lovin' The Homestead
okay so I really just need to vent.
Wednesday was my RA appointment, which as usual was sad, frustrating and just draining I guess would be a good way to describe it. My Doc is a great lady don't get me wrong and she is doing her best to help me I know that, there just really is not a lot she can do for me. One of her recommendations was that I get a cane and actually use it, at least on my bad days do to my high fall rate. This along with a very scary and frank discussions about my meds and it's progression rate which seems to have sped up quite a bit, was a little hard for me to swallow.
It has been just one think after another all week. I was passed over for a part time job at two different places because the couldn't justify hiring some one with fall issues and, the inability to stand or walk for the required number of hours when there was so many other applicants who did not have those issues. Which I can't blame there there, I wouldn't hire me, but it just sucks right now.
If my new meds if these don't work I am running out of options, with my young age I have to worry so much about destroying my organs in an attempt to curve the pain and stay mobile.
Anyway Wednesday night I went and bought a nice, comfortable walking cane. Last night I went grocery shopping, which a few hours in Walmart is just torturer. I must admit that I am embarrassed by my hardship and do my best not to let even people close to me know how much pain I am in or how hard even the simplest things are becoming. So I as usually tried to struggle though the shopping trip leaving the cane in the car. After an hour I sat down on a bench and sent hubby out to the truck to get it.
And of course I was met by the nasty stares and rude comments that I had unfortunately expected. I was greeted in town today by the same shallowness. I came home from the trip to the grocery store sat down and cried. It seems that not only do I have to deal with the physical aspects of my disease but also a lot more mental aspects then I years ago would have ever thought.
Not only do I have to come to terms with being 26 (27 in August) and not knowing how much longer I will be able to walk, my Dr is guessing between 5-10 years but she can't be sure. The shallowness of my inlaws who even after confirmed diagnosis of RA, having explained it to them repeatedly, they still feel they have the right to proclaim that there is nothing wrong with me and just because their son believes my lies I can not fool them. All the friends and relatives that give you the 100 questions and skeptical looks. Not to mention the joys of explaining it to a 6 year old boy who has already spent his whole life dealing with the things mommy can't play or do with him what is going on and why mommy cries when people we don't even know are mean to his mommy.. But now I am realizing that even a trip to the grocery store is going to be a parade of humiliation.
Wednesday was my RA appointment, which as usual was sad, frustrating and just draining I guess would be a good way to describe it. My Doc is a great lady don't get me wrong and she is doing her best to help me I know that, there just really is not a lot she can do for me. One of her recommendations was that I get a cane and actually use it, at least on my bad days do to my high fall rate. This along with a very scary and frank discussions about my meds and it's progression rate which seems to have sped up quite a bit, was a little hard for me to swallow.
It has been just one think after another all week. I was passed over for a part time job at two different places because the couldn't justify hiring some one with fall issues and, the inability to stand or walk for the required number of hours when there was so many other applicants who did not have those issues. Which I can't blame there there, I wouldn't hire me, but it just sucks right now.
If my new meds if these don't work I am running out of options, with my young age I have to worry so much about destroying my organs in an attempt to curve the pain and stay mobile.
Anyway Wednesday night I went and bought a nice, comfortable walking cane. Last night I went grocery shopping, which a few hours in Walmart is just torturer. I must admit that I am embarrassed by my hardship and do my best not to let even people close to me know how much pain I am in or how hard even the simplest things are becoming. So I as usually tried to struggle though the shopping trip leaving the cane in the car. After an hour I sat down on a bench and sent hubby out to the truck to get it.
And of course I was met by the nasty stares and rude comments that I had unfortunately expected. I was greeted in town today by the same shallowness. I came home from the trip to the grocery store sat down and cried. It seems that not only do I have to deal with the physical aspects of my disease but also a lot more mental aspects then I years ago would have ever thought.
Not only do I have to come to terms with being 26 (27 in August) and not knowing how much longer I will be able to walk, my Dr is guessing between 5-10 years but she can't be sure. The shallowness of my inlaws who even after confirmed diagnosis of RA, having explained it to them repeatedly, they still feel they have the right to proclaim that there is nothing wrong with me and just because their son believes my lies I can not fool them. All the friends and relatives that give you the 100 questions and skeptical looks. Not to mention the joys of explaining it to a 6 year old boy who has already spent his whole life dealing with the things mommy can't play or do with him what is going on and why mommy cries when people we don't even know are mean to his mommy.. But now I am realizing that even a trip to the grocery store is going to be a parade of humiliation.