Just in Case . . .

Just in case you were wondering if I really do have Lupus I have some pictorial evidence for you. If I could upload the pain, I would do it in a New York minute. And yes, this marks a new kind of day.  I'm showing people my rashes.  Ignore the flabby arms; if you saw me two months ago you know I look much better now on the size front.  As for the butterfly rash, I might show you that someday . . . though I wouldn't hold my breathe if I were you. 



I should tell you that I sent the pics via picture mail to my 'rents first this time.  Eh, I figure they might like to know first . . .

Want the story . . .

As I schlepped through five miles Thursday, I felt my arm start to burn. Well, it had been itching for days. Seeing red blotches sporadically appear is nothing new, but to see this (on both arms) was unpleasant.  It was more painful than normal as I still slopped through my last two miles.  What?  You really didn't think I was going to sit down and cry on the concrete of the waterfront did you?  Both of my arms were covered in little and large patches of red, flaming pain. Um, perhaps the blotches are the results of many stares I got and not my singing slightly misogynistic and totally sexist Nickelback songs while I ran and did sprints on the waterfront.  Maybe.

I hate Lupus.  Upside, my benefits go into effect on 15 October.  I see the lady parts doctor on the 21st and the Lupus guy on the 28th.  Guess who isn't going to fight drugs, and guess who knows she's treading water for seven weeks?  Guess who isn't telling you everything here?  Guess who is on edge, again?

Should I remind you of the irony? Sure, why not.  In fourteen days I kiss year eighteen hello.  Eighteen years with this stupid, stupid disease who acts like a drug addict.  Just when I get comfortable, it goes batshit crazy again.*  I was just getting comfortable with treading water.  Now . . . now I feel like I am treading water with leg weights on.  Boy are they getting heavy.  I can't decide if I am going to french-kiss year eighteen hello or if I am going to rebuke it with the bird.  Right now, I'm voting on the bird backed with a nuisance pie.      

*One of my favorite people from the Bluegrass State, whom I met along the banks of the Ohio River, gave me the drug fiend reference.  The batshit crazy remark is all me.

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