So you can imagine how excited I am to be publishing my first words to world wide web, a chance to express those passions, desires, exciting and epic stories ................. Okay this isn't what I had in mind, at the age of 34 I wanted to be having wild adventures with my Mr Big, rampant affairs with the gardner and poetic liaisons with Mr Darcy, but here I am blogging (I'm sure Shakespeare would turn in his grave to have ever been called a 'blogger') about my Rheumatoid Arthritis and the glamorous world of wrist splints, arsenals of utensils with big grippy handles, a collection of drugs that would make Keith Richards envious and the big yellow cytotoxic sharps bin that clutters up my boudoir, and the morning stifness I had in mind for the opening pages was certainly not the sort I now experience!
I was first diagnosed with RA in Sept 2010 after several frustrating trips to the doctors and umpteen wrong diagnosis........ 'You have plantar fasciitis' 'maybe its tendonitis' ' I think you could have carpel tunnel syndrome' 'have you ever travelled to Timbuktoo?'
3 months of this and you start to think you're going to end up in the loony bin. Finally I saw another doctor, his mother had suffered with RA and he instantly picked up on the signs and swiftly ordered blood work and Rheumatology appointments.
Its strange to say but I was relieved to finally be able to put a name to it, to neatly fit into a box and to take comfort in the fact that it is a disease that can be treated, this is not to say that I wasn't shocked, angry, frustrated and darn right fed up, but anyone who has been thru a similar experience would probably agree.
So now here I am at the very begining of my journey and thats where Im going to leave you for today and with one recommendation for a must read book :
' The first year Rheumatoid Arthritis, an essential guide for the newly diagnosed by MEA McNeil'
Until next time, keep moving x