Late Birthday Presents Pour Moi, Unwanted

Arthritis.

Arthritis = Suckage.

Yup. Yes, I state the obvious.

I suppose one could move to a different state if the obvious is a bit annoying.

The rest of you could perhaps forgive me for being a bit cranky; the . . . broad effect of the arthritis resulting from what I knew would hurt a little but had no idea would cause so much, over such a myriad number of joints, bones, my body, etc. . . . .something that is a normal part of living . . . . . it was such a simple thing, too.

And for it to result in what I felt yesterday and today, and continue to feel as Sunday begins now . . . . Just it is a shock of a psychological kind, at the sheer breadth and depth of the pain and debilitation, at this stage anyway. It wasn't excruciating, and I COULD get out of bed at the worst of it, although I CAN say that one wouldn't want to, because added up altogether it really just was more than unpleasant, which is what I would call the pain individually in any one joint or area. Also, the psychological shock of it also played it's part as well, and I'm still . . . . dealing with that.

This is also affected by another unpleasant suprise the arthritis recently dealt me a couple weeks ago, out of the blue . . . .

I am just startled, VERY, by the . . . seeming ferocity of it . . . . . see, there, it's like I want to . . . . give it some kind of animal or human emotion or something, so I can fight it, I guess . . . . . but this . . . this, it's genetic. It gives me no terms, gives no ground, no quarter. It just . . . . is. It does what it does. It always was going to tear me apart.

I am a bit alarmed by the level I'm feeling lately in these incidents, as well as for what this latest may MEAN for me in terms of functioning physically within the next say two years down the road, but perhaps that's the alarmist/anxiety disorder in me . . . .

Anyway, saying hi as well.

Hi.

Oh, we also received a quick lesson in breaking and entering the other night. Geez, if you knew how easy it was . . . . Anyway, went down to Wal-mart, got a tool or two, and got into our mal-functioning doorknob apartment (with the landlord's permission to break the doorknob - he gave us the B&E lessons over the phone, it was rather late at night - knob is nice and fixed now, but I still feel slightly criminal lol).