As I’ve been dealing with this terrible situation with my rheumatologist, I’ve been thinking a lot about the things we deal with in having chronic
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honoring the memory of erin gilmer – and considering some of my most difficult days at the hands of the medical community as well. (we must do better for those in chronic pain.)
As I wrote in my previous post, my rheumatologist had to take unexpected medical leave and cancelled all of his appointments suddenly – which he
chronic pain, being treated like garbage as a patient, and Hell’s own flare on the horizon. . .
While I’m generally a pretty positive spoonie – and a cooperative patient as well – being treated like hot garbage by my rheumatologist’s office while
it’s disability awareness (umm, pride?) month.
Though I understand its point, I haven’t been able to warm to the idea of Disability Pride Month. The wording is just too . .
here i raise my ebenezer.
Tuesday was World Rheumatoid Arthritis Awareness Day. It falls on February 2, Groundhog Day, every year – and it has been on my radar for
leaning in to our true Hope.
After posting about an intense and drawn out CRPS flare that finally seemed to be winding down last week, on Saturday I had a good
