I’m happy to share NINE new onset stories with you! People write to me all the time about how helpful it is to find these when searching for a diagnosis or trying to understand a new diagnosis. They paint a much more accurate picture than the textbooks have so far.
Andrea’s Rheumatoid Arthritis story
Amanda N.’s Rheumatoid Arthritis story
Becky Jane’s Rheumatoid Arthritis story
Crystal’s Rheumatoid Arthritis story
Mary Jo’s Rheumatoid Arthritis story
Donna’s Rheumatoid Arthritis story
Gwen’s Rheumatoid Arthritis story
Mellonie’s Rheumatoid Arthritis story
Tiffaney’s Psoriatic Arthritis story
There are still several more onset stories I need to finish posting, but I’m making progress!
Have time for a quick story of mine?
You know how sometimes it seems like things cause needless delays? Last week I was reminded that even these annoying things can work together for our good.
Last week, I went for my eye check-up. A technician dilated my eyes without asking me or telling me. That had never happened before, so at first I thought the drops were the dye the doctor uses to examine the surface of my dry eyes.
It seems we always wait there two hours – and sure enough, it was exactly two hours to see the doctor for five minutes. Roo played games on the iPad while we waited.
The doctor was nice; my eyes are still dry.
One tear-duct plug had fallen out so she replaced it; it takes her about a half a second.
They apologized for dilating my eyes unnecessarily. Unfortunately, my prescription sunglasses are lost and I had driven myself because no one had been available. They offered an antidote to the dilation, but said there are side effects so I declined it – considering it might interact with my other medicines.
I really have trouble seeing in the sunshine anyway with my dry eyes, so, I decided to take the long road home to avoid the highway. More wasted time…
A half hour later at a red light, almost home, I read a text message from Katie Beth. “Please tell me you aren’t on 95.” Turns out there was an oil tanker on fire at the highway exit I would’ve used. If my eyes weren’t dilated, I would have been stuck in the traffic still. And if I’d not had to wait those two hours, I might’ve been nearby when the truck went over.
No way to know. But I’m determined as ever to accept the things I cannot change. Like delays that are out of my control.
And, yes, I agree I should still write a letter to the practice.
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- Main Index of Onset Stories
- The End of the Methotrexate Shortage, Thanks to Pfizer?
- Is That Your Final Answer? …or Replying to Misconceptions
- Rheumatoid Arthritis Fatigue Is Not Just Being Tired