Well it may have taken a mere 8 months but I think I am slowly approaching the long sought after place called 'acceptance'.
Having done everything from cry..swear..alienate.reject..scream..despair..and even laugh I realise that thinking about RA from dawn till dusk..and hating it..was slowly destroying me ..more than the blasted disease.
MY NAME IS JANE AND I HAVE R.A lol There..and I now have to move on with life with RA .
My stick is now a constant companion as are my wrist splints. My kitchen is littered with handy gadgets which provoke questioning looks (what do you do with that then?) My disabled badge is beginning to look a little worn and I even manage to say no when asked if I could organise the local fete/pick up so and so's kid/make a cake/entertain thirteen on friday night etc.If anything..RA has enabled me to be just a little bit selfish. I can now reasonably say..I am absolutely pooped..I have to rest.
Return to work is the next goal..slightly different role I expect but achievable I reckon. I can still have purpose in this altered life and I aim to make the most of it!