I have been barely keeping it together. My body is creaking like I am 104 instead of 34. My joints are all swollen and crunchy. It is just crappy.
I have given fair warning to all of my family and friends - when I come to visit in a few weeks nobody is allowed to gasp in horror or make any weight comments. My face and neck are puffed up to the point that it looks like I am a no-neck. It may take a few months for it to reduce. Same with my legs and joints. So I am going with the chunky girl look. Unkay? Not fighting it right now. The meds will work their magic and I should be back to normal within the year.
Yesterday, Preacher took a spill off of the stairs that lead to our shed. He twisted his ankle and torqued his back. So we are both acting like grumpy curmudgeons.
1 comment:
So glad you made some progress with the docs. Ridiculous. No comments about your looks...never would, especially since I am very swollen myself, ha! I love you just the way you are! xo-Rachel
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