It's just a bad day...

I think Friday's appointment with my rheumatologist finally hit home. The rheumatologist I am currently seeing decided to wait and see about my diagnosis when I first came back with a positive ANA. She believed I had scleroderma but with my family history, it could have been rheumatoid arthritis. At the time, I had no other symptoms than I was sick. The diagnosis of RA was finally confirmed on this Friday. Blood tests are done and a future appointment is scheduled where we'll see how my current medication is doing for managing my symptoms.

I feel like I had a reprieve for four years. Anyone who knows me from before writing knew I was sick in 2007 and that's where my health issues stem from. I just have to go through what seems like a huge adjustment period right now. I have about four hours per day where I feel good and can get work done and a couple hours in the morning where I can write. I was pushing myself through the pain and stiffness and telling myself not to be weak but it's wearing on my physical and mental well being.

Something I would love to never have to hear again: "But you are too young to be this sick." No shit. What's a good age then? Let me know and I'll wait until then.

I'm just happy I have a supportive husband and father and an awesome BFF. That makes this all worthwhile.