One Week.

A week ago today i was sitting in my Rheumatologist office, discussing my recent set of blood work. She flexed my fingers and smiled slightly and said she was happy with the decrease of inflamation and the fact my stiffness went down thanks to the methotrexate. She then discussed that my labwork has shown a slight spike in my liver numbers nothing bad, my one is now 1pt above the high point. She wants to watch it. She then went to talk with me about the future. She said she wanted to diagnose what i have as Seronegative Rheumatoid Arthritis, even though it might change, but if the mtx wrecks havoc on my liver there are now choices.

So..its been a week since i earned a name. Its been even longer since i've had problems. A lot longer. I think maybe since high school but i shrugged it off. 
A lot can change in one week.
You feel great one day, then the next you are hit with a cold from hell. A project due in a weekend, a test the day after. Your body wants to just not move but you must keep moving or else you might not want to start up again if you stop.

But you dont want ot move, your joints protest, my knees and feet like to go heyooo remember me when its really cold. I shuffle.

Your sister asks you a bunch of questions some you dont have answers too. your dad says RA isnt that bad, my dad is not in my life. I tell him its in the same category as lupus, he goes oh...well...i have heart burn..im like great.