Where does it hurt?
My arthritis is subject numero uno today. Will somebody please explain the phenomenon of inflammation that settles into a specific joint, hunkers down for 3 to 10 days, and then disappears, only to settle into some other spot. It hurts like the dickens and makes life generally miserable.
The swollen painful finger joints can get pretty bad. I’ve given up embroidery and crocheting. Using a pen can be difficult and even keyboarding is jolting to a sore, inflamed digit. My fingers have knobs at the final joints and take sudden turns to left or right instead of ending in proper straight lines. When the arthritis catches fire those spots literally glow red and become agonizing.
The hands can hurt, yes, but when the inflamed joint is in the foot things get really nasty. All those bones in the foot. All those potential places to hurt. Whoop-de-doo! This morning I woke to an ache in my right foot that is rapidly progressing from ache, to pain. And onward we go. Or rather I don’t go - much.
Gritted teeth are necessary to keep from rousing the entire neighborhood. I’m not a jogger but it would be nice to be able to stagger from my chair to the loo without setting off the local hound chorus and sending neighbors diving for air-raid shelters.
Getting old is the pits and having arthritis to enhance the experience is beyond my jaunty way with expletives. Use your imagination.