With the RA (rheumatoid arthritis), there are a few things which make it worse. These are things I dread. After all, I quite like walking. At least for now. Even if most days I do look like I'm 80 already. In no particular order, those things are:
- cold wet weather, especially storms where the barometric pressure falls (and yes I am aware that I now also sound 80).
- stress (at this point, my life is so nuts that it really is only extreme stress)
- lack of sleep (I never get more than 6 hours a night, but anything less than that is excruciating).
- Hormonal shifts, primarily my period (which I should also note I only get warning for in the way my hip hurts. Seriously. How can the two possibly be related?)
So, when I woke up and felt that familiar and peculiar pain gnawing at my hip, I just rolled back over and grabbed another blanket. Someone bring me the Midol, please! (And maybe an exorcism since I seem to be channeling Faulkner today. He loves the parentheses too).