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Same dragon, different day.

Decided to wander out to the vegetable garden this afternoon. Last time I was out there, about a week ago, there were two — count ‘em — two ripe tomatoes ready to pick off the thick, sprawling vines. The rest were all green. It hasn’t been the greatest summer for tomatoes; most of May and …

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One of the blogs I’ve come to deeply respect is Planet of the Blind, written by Stephen Kuusisto, who has been “blind” since he was born prematurely in the mid-1950s. I put the word blind into quotes because Kuusisto does have some vision. It’s just enough to allow him to see colors and shapes, “a …

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Rheumatoid Arthritis Guy has got to be the best bloggers about this disease I’ve read yet. His observations, his attitude, his humanity and empathy all work together to make his writing compelling, educational and — delightfully — humorous. Laughter is truly great medicine. Today he’s talking about “disability” — what it used to mean to him and …

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“Ow!” I’m sitting on my sofa, my laptop on my lap-desk. I shift to get more comfortable. Now the computer is too close – my elbows are sticking out. I stop typing, grasp the laptop and lift it up to move it back a little. Although I’ve been typing for quite some time without pain, …

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  Last night was rough. Hands bitched and moaned. My right ankle joined the chorus, as did both hip joints. I was too hot. Then I was too cold. I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable, trying (with great sighing and grumbling) to fall into a deep, restful sleep. No go. When dawn finally …

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Categories: RA

One of my best friends — one who understands rheuma and who always listens when I need to vent — frequently tells me that I’m brave. That she admires my courage. It embarrasses me a bit. It’s true that dealing with varying levels of pain on a daily basis takes a stiff upper lip.  It …

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My hands hurt. My fingers, when I try to use them to pick things up, feel like they’re coming apart. I grit my teeth and cuss, soft, beneath my breath. But I’ve promised my daughter and her fiance a steaming hot pot of my homemade Hungarian goulash tonight. It’s been fallish around here lately — …

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