I have a soft spot for firemen. I’ve been blessed to know several through my life. Each one of them are great.
I also have a soft spot for dogs. We have three. They are awesome.
This story touched my heart. Check it out
Lexington Firefighters Pay Vet Bill
These guys are real Heros, even when they are not running into a burning building. Say “thanks” the next time you see a firemen, or any other first responder.
So today was rough. I’ve been feeling puny all week. My arthritis flared, PMS, the whole package of ick. Last week was good. Felt mostly fine and was able to move ok. I pulled off an excellent Thanksgiving for my family (if I do say so myself).
Such is life when you deal with chronic illness. Especially autoimmune disease. You never know from one day to the next what will happen. To quote Forrest Gump,
“Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you’re gonna get.”
Except instead of chocolates, I get meds and swollen, painful joints.
Chocolate would be better.
Two years ago a doctor told me no more high heels. Why is that significant? Because I love high heels. And flats, flip flops, wedges… You get the point.
Two years ago I was diagnosed with Psoriatic Arthritis. The disease made me reevaluate my life and all things in it. After enduring different treatments, lifestyle changes and all of the testing that comes with having an autoimmune disease, I’ve finally found the silver lining in sick.
This blog helps me cope and share a little bit about living day to day with illness, life and no high heels.