*crickets chirping*

I hate the sound of crickets chirping.  Hate. it!

Sorry I've been away so long. I turned 35 at the end of last month and I was gifted with a heavy dose of depression. I think it may have been a total breakdown. I'm still having crying jags that are setting me off because I am not a crier. I hate crying. I used to only cry when I was mad or frustrated.

Things I have to blog about...

CDQ's lack of progress...
My doctor telling me that I am causing my own pain...

Hey it's all in my head. I'm so f'in magical I can turn my own fingers and deform my own knuckles. Isn't that a bitchin' super power to have?

Honestly, I don't know what my doctor's strategy is but I'm all for NOT having RA. Even though I have all the signs of RA, there's the one thing about my symmetrical pain that makes him think it's not RA.

I've asked God for a miracle. Please don't let me have RA. So I guess I should shorten my bitching and moaning, huh?

Maybe God's just helping me out?  In which case, let's just count this post as the one about my doctor telling me I cause my own pain...mmm'kay?

I do have to thank a reader for her comment on one of my RA posts. Chanele-- I was in a puddle of tears and angry and feeling like I was in denial about the RA (ironically this was before I saw my doctor) and needing to snap out of it the moment your comment came through. I hope you come back and see this. I appreciate your comment and your encouraging words of support. They mean more than you will ever know.

Hope all is well with everyone :-)