RheumaBlog

Same dragon, different day.

As I write about rheuma, there are words and phrases I’ve decided, without really thinking too hard about it, not to use. One of the words I shy away from is “suffer.” A phrase I dislike is “my RA/rheuma/rheumatoid arthritis.” It’s probably just a personal quirk. I love playing with words. Done right, words can …

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They have lovely bathtubs in Germany. They’re at least twice as deep as a standard American bathtub; the side of the one I had in my flat was as a bit higher than my knees when I stepped into it. After living there and experiencing the true, deep comfort of soaking in hot water literally up …

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By now you know that I love winter and snow. I grew up here in Northern California, so the only explanation I can come up with for this aberrant behavior is that my maternal grandmother was a full-blooded Finn. Her parents immigrated to Saskatchewan, Canada from Finland in the late 1800s and she, once she was grown up, …

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I was thinking I’d need to shovel a path to the woodpile and the World myself, but Cary and Matt beat me to it. With my sore hands, the chore would have been pretty miserable. My daughter and her sweetie are my heroes. Update: It’s dark out. Sky is clear, stars like sparkling pinpricks in the night sky. …

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The first snow of the season is falling here at Wren’s Nest, 53 miles west of Lake Tahoe in the Northern California Sierra mountains. It’s a little odd because it seems like just a few days ago it was sunny and the temps were in the low 60s. Sky was blue, not many clouds, the …

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I’m up early-early after sleeping not-so-well. I took Tylenol PM last night, as I have the last three, but this time it didn’t work even a little. So I saw each hour on the clock, waking in annoyance from image-and-thought-crowded dozes to wide-blinking-awakeness as I flexed my throbbing, gravel-filled digits and wished for hands less …

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