Living in the Lakes I know all about rain. It does it A LOT. We have every type of rain there is on a regular and pretty unrelenting basis. I practically live in my wellies. Since being diagnosed in ‘07 with RA I actually find that my wellies are probably the most comfortable thing I own footwear wise and I easily go through a pair a year. I think I love my wellies. This is why I’m so cross with myself for leaving them outside on the doorstep to fill up with rain. I did not just do this once but twice this week. The very same week that we’ve had torrential rain….grrrr!
I’m sure that before I had my lovely children and subsequently pregnancy/mother brain this would never have been a burning issue of mine. I’m also sure that before the RA I wasn’t so soft headed and forgetful…or am I just being hopeful? For an educated and fairly intelligent woman it’s incredibly frustrating to be so ditsy. I wonder if it’s the combination of family life, RA, medications and the dreaded fatigue that makes me so scatter-brained and clumsy? Ok, so I’ve always been a bit cack-handed but have noticed a higher level of incompetence when it comes to doing the simplest of tasks recently…like spilling milk all over the worktop when I was definitely on target for the mug or filling the sink up with water only to have it splash back in my face off a spoon! Unlucky? Maybe, but before I’d have probably laughed it off, now I just feel like it’s another kick in the teeth - a change if top, more time wasted, extra jobs created that I could do without…sometimes having RA makes relatively common mishaps much harder to deal with.
I regularly wish that the rain would just blooming stop; it’d be far better for my aching body for a start but then there wouldn’t be any lakes without all the rain would there, so I shouldn't be so selfish. I also secretly wish that my RA would go away too but then, I have come to realise, I wouldn't be me, would I? As begrudgingly as I accept the rain I accept my diagnosis – it's now a big part of my life ‘weather’ I like it or not...