I’m sitting on my couch, with an ice pack on my shoulder, and my Christmas tree half taken down. Sucks having rhematoid arthritis. I apparently overused my shoulder somehow this morning. Driving around doing errands, paying bills, or playing the piano, or washing the leaves of my peace lily plant. I have no idea. All I know is I suddenly realized it was 1:30, and I was hungry. When I sat down to eat, I realized my shoulder was throbbing.
I don’t think it helps that I have a brace on my wrist because my wrist has been really painful for the last couple days. Now my shoulder? Come on, give me a break. I went to sleep last night with an ice pack on my wrist, and it felt better this morning. Now it’s on my shoulder. UGH.
I shouldn’t complain too much, I got a lot done. The repairman is coming to put a new icemaker in my refrigerator this afternoon. That will be nice. We’ve been taking ice from Dan’s and bringing it here, so it will be nice to have ice for the weekend.
If it gets any colder in Florida, I’ll be able to just walk outside to get my sore joints cold. It was 36° this morning here. I mean seriously, this is Florida. I have been running my heat all week. They even canceled open mic last night because it’s an outdoor venue and it was too damn cold, even with the propane heaters going. Crazy. I heard it was the coldest week here in 10 years. Last year this time I hadn’t even put on a pair of jeans yet, still in shorts and flip flops. This week, I’ve been dressing like I did up north. Which, by the way, is way the freak colder than it is here. But I was a little jealous when my son called me, asked me what the temp was here, and when I said, “46° and it’s freezing” he just had to tell me that it was 66° in Denver.
Today we’re getting up to 55° and by Sunday back in the 60’s, close to 70. That’s a good thing, because my writers group is coming over Sunday and hopefully we’ll be able to sit out on the deck. I hope this flare up of RA (the arthritis) has abated by then. It would be nice to feel good.
Still though, all that RA pain aside, I still have a wonderful life here, and pinch myself every day. The sun is shining, my son is doing well, and I am in love with an amazing man. So this little vent about the RA needs to be filed away with all those other temporary discomforts that didn’t end up meaning anything.
Love and light, all.