Hello it's me.
My brother used to have a saying "you've got more to say than you have to eat!". He was usually talking to me at the time!
I was a PA to a partner in a firm of solicitors for 16 years, for my sins, and he used to have verbal diarrhoea. I think it rubbed off on me. I used to cus him up one side and down the other, his letters used to go on so long and he never said one word when three hundred will do and kept repeating himself. That's me too. It's also where I trained for the Carpel Tunnel Syndrome...bashing away on a typewriter all day long I had RSI and an operation on both hands 20 years ago. It was a proper typewriter mind, not one of these yere new fangled keyboard thingys and it was tough going, and hard on the fingers and wrists.
So where was I before I rudely interrupted myself.
Oh yes....pin back your lugholes...
I was reading through my old blogs, because I have a terrible memory, to remind myself what "journey" I had been on. As if I could forget! The awful despair and misery I went through after I was diagnosed and the time during December 2010 and January 2011 when I was trying to digest what was going on. I took my first dose of Methotrexate on December 28th at 8.30 a.m. by then, I had been without any medication for a couple of months, only painkillers. I was so depressed by then, I couldn't see a way clear in any direction. The terrible feelings, of anger, I was so mad, sad, lonely, afraid, hurt and my old friend self-pity followed me around like a bad smell.
Looking back it seems like I have learned so much and so fast, relatively, as it is only a few short months since that day I took that first dose and I seem to have come so far. I have learned so much about RA, about myself, the people who have RA and how they have and do cope. The support, advice and encouragement I have had has played no small part in helping me get to where I am today.
If there is one thing that I can say that has been the greatest part of this process it has to be ACCEPTANCE.
I have had to accept who I am and what I have and realise I have RA, and always will have RA until medically told otherwise. The old pre-diagnosis me has gone. The mourning and grief for that person, the sadness, and loss is all part of arriving to where I am. I may not physically be the same, but I am still me. Although I lost her for a while, I think over the last few days, she has returned. Mentally, I have the old me back. Mr Shepherd gave himself a day off yesterday, so I tagged along. We went to Ilfracome (I know not the best of places, but it tries!). Strolling (I used to march before) along the harbour and pier, with the man of my dreams, in the sunshine, it felt good to be alive and walking and talking (at the same time!) Ok so I shall never jump over the chicken range fence, or cock my leg over the sheep hurdle, jump down off the tractor, or skip, and run up and down the stairs, but I shall have to do what I can, when I can, and in what manner I am able. By accepting this, I can be much more positive, and therefore more able to manage. I have no illusions, I shall, no doubt still have my days of despair, but I know where I can turn to help and shall not be afraid to ask for it.
So there you have it. in a nutshell, or two.
I couldn't say just one word could I?
So have a nice day everyone, take care, and be kind to yourself.
Julie x