A Ode to Arthritis
I’m not disposed to hysterical bursts or emotional crying,
but since I’ve had this damned disease, to deny it would be lying.
Doctor sent me to a rheumy specialist, a master of his field,
“I think you have Rheumatoid Arthritis” he said, your future now is sealed.
I’ve had that many X-Rays, I’m amazed I‘m not glowing bright green,
Not to mention drawing enough blood to transfuse a football team.
You’ll find you get a little stiff he said, just a bit in the morning,
but now my joints feel like wet cement, the reality is really dawning.
He said you’ll feel a lot better soon; I’ll start you on some pills
So now counting them out on the table each day is how I get my thrills.
I’ve got the hot water bottles, medic-rub and that beloved heated pad
Most appreciated by my purring pussycat who thinks it “aint half bad”
“You need to keep moving, exercise daily, swim, and walk”, he said
Does he realize my most exertion equates to just getting out of bed!
There are no sunglasses, tanning lotion or bikini when at the pool
And wallowing around at hydro is not really my idea of being cool.
I’d get a walking stick or crutch but don’t want to necessarily raise alarm
So instead I limp, hobble and stoop like the hunchback of Notre Dame.
And don’t ask me about the fatigue, we are always just so tired,
Do you think it might help me a bit, if I could get hot-wired?
I’ve graduated to injecting my treatment, like a little voodoo doll
and wish I’d picked another life-long vice, like.... guzzling alcohol.
So I’ll point my long, gnarled, twisted finger, just like the Wicked Witch,
and agree with you all that this disease sure is a Son of a Bitch!
Yours Anonymously, MsCowgirl





!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll get my brother (or sons) to write us a blues-y beat, and this will be our ANTHEM!!
Tessie2
Hang in there Girl Girl!!!!! Peach
peachbutterfly
So to read how WELL someone ELSE understands this monster, yet so sad when someone so nice is suffering from it. Thanks for getting it into words for us - great job! I like the anthem idea, Tessie2! Neil Young had one 101 years ago which reminds me of us all waiting for the new miracle medicine to arrive. The line goes, "Good times are comin' ... good times are comin' .... I hear it everywhere I go ........ good times are comin', but they sure comin' slow ..."
Hang on, Buddy!
Bistro
Well put, I would love to plaster it on several peoples forheads.
moc2003
Gosh, you are talented...If you ever decide to change professions, writing is one to consider - you really are GOOD - very good with words. Sorry that you are suffering so much. I will continue to pray for you every day as I have been doing so far. Hugs. Me
FlyHigh
Yes you must keep moving. I hear the tango is not only good for the body but is a great aphrodisiac. You just keep yourself up and never let the hot water bottle get cold. Okay, I'm not very good with the jokes, but I am with you and understand your pain. Tango?
tomorrowisnow
Hey that's great! You obviously have a great attitude and good brain. Reading through your other bits am admiring of all your exercise too! I am across the ditch in NZ. We also have a farm but live in town (husband goes out daily - there was only one house and milker lives there). My RA has cut back my farm visits as cant do much to help as cant walk on the hills. You must be WA? I used to spend time Gingin nearer the city than you. Onced worked in Halls Creek as station cook!
camba