I’ve started no fewer than six posts about my week last week, telling y’all that I missed posting on World Arthritis Day because I was
Category: RA
lions and tigers and flares, oh my! (and falls and gnarly injuries too)
(So often I want to write about things other than autoimmune disease and spoonie life – but I also think it’s important to share just
blessedly, the right doctor for the job is a nurse. . .
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
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 . .
the autoimmune hippie. 