For the past three days, Jan and I both have had big flares of whatever we have. "Maybe we should move to Connecticut!" she suggested this morning.
Mine is CREST--an autoimmune disorder I often call Fibro for shortcut. My fingers swell and turn red and I ache all over. It's hard to make plans because I never know when it's going to flare. So I went to Natural Grocery this morning and bought a book called The Inflammation Syndrome and am turning off the phone and going into study mode for the rest of the day.
After the summer school project of decorating--which has been its own kind of school with my work partner Edward--I'm turning now to fitness school. Fortunately, mine is not every day, but after three days of pain, I'm ready to do whatever it takes to claim more pain-free days.
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