Ow. My neck, my back, my wrists, my ankles. All sound like rice krispies every day when I wake up. I hate it, especially since it’s highly likely that I can develop rheumatoid arthritis. Heck, I could already have it, or worse. My mother has fibroblasts, so it’s definitely that is on my mind a lot.
My shoulder hurts like mad this morning. I dunno why. I haven’t done anything for it to be sore. It just is. I wish I could get Connie to listen to me and stop telling me to lose weight. I know I need to lose weight, but guess what? I’ve not had all these problems all my life. Sure I’ve been overweight all my life, but I used to be able to walk all over town, go to the mall and walk for hours, walk the campus at Corning. Now? If I manage to get all the grocery shopping done without crying, I’m lucky.
One day, I’ll have health insurance and a doctor that cares… I hope.
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