I think I periodically convince myself that I no longer have this wretched disease. I felt good and energetic this morning, so I did...well, everything. Now my hands are swollen and my knees are complaining and mostly I just feel like an idiot. *shakes head* No, I guess it's not that I'm stupid, so much as bloody-mindedly stubborn. I want to BE better, and sometimes I think I'm just not trying enough. The evening was topped off nicely by my mother-in-law telling me all the vitamins she takes and she's never in pain at all. It took all my willpower not to just say 'gosh it must be nice to be you'. Okay. Whinging over. Pain meds and early bed for me.