It occurred to me as I was strapping a previously frozen flannel to my ankle with a small pedal bin bag, that my bedside table/drawer has become increasingly bizarre since my diagnosis. I remember way back in the dawn of time, when it was mostly sex-related stuff in there. We will draw a veil over that. 😋 Then later baby paraphernalia took over.
Now it's a cross between a chemist's shop and a Magpies nest. Anything I spot around the house that I think might come in handy for dealing with RA gets bunged in the drawer.
So, it's just me,then, right? 😏