Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Friday
Friday, April 20, 2012
So I woke up feeling kind of awesome today. Not sick to my stomach, not overly stiff, not really in any pain. I was excited. I started making plans to start my morning walks again. Then my knees said, "No, b***h, sit your fat a** back down."
Part of me thinks I should just accept that this is my life. The rest of me is incredibly stubborn and refuses to give up. Unless a cure is found, I will have RA for the rest of my life. I can choose to be miserable or I can choose to fight. I'll fight, thank you very much.
The mystery GI illness is still hanging around, but my insurance finally approved my new medication, so I could be on the way to doing better there. I'm sleeping better, thanks to B6 supplements, and that's helping with my RA symptoms. I'm going to be okay. I CHOOSE to be okay.
I know not every day is going to be great, but that doesn't mean every day will suck. If I just survive every crappy day, there's a whole new one waiting at the end. All I have to do every day is make it until tomorrow. Because tomorrow is going to be awesome.