Denial is a state of mind, and a lovely place to live, I might add. For a few weeks (months?) I have been feeling a little under the weather. Less energy, pain in my feet which has now spread to my right hand. I wake up with a claw-like right hand that takes some coaxing to get moving in the morning - and it seems to be taking longer and longer for it to get going. I can see the puffiness and feel the pain. This morning I found myself asking my son to be careful with my hand - and that was an hour after I woke up. Hmm, that was a bit of a wake-up call for me.
I think I've been in denial about this flare for a while. I have moved passed "compromising" with my Prednisone, and have gone to full "capitulating". I am taking 2 mgs per day of Prednisone and still taking a double dose of Dicofinac. And am trying to talk myself of out of calling my rheumatologists' office to move up my appointment from mid-July. I am also trying to ignore the fact that certain shoes (even my trusty old runners) make my feet scream because they are squished and Crocs or flip flops are my best friends.
I've been dealing with RA for 19 years and still I am baffled as to why I flare. In my mind, if I get enough sleep, don't drink too much, don't over or under exert myself, eat well, take my meds, lower my stress and laugh a little that I will somehow manage to not flare. It seems that my RA isn't responding to my formula for health. And it's frustrating.
It's not my worst flare, it's not my best, but a flare by any other name still hurts the same.