RA has taught me that I am resilient. I work 12 hour days and most days I am hurting moderately to badly by the end of a shift. Many nights I can barely walk, my feet hurt so bad. After a good nights sleep (8 hours minimum), I wake up ready to go again.
I used to try to make sense out of RA. After some 7+ years, I have realized ... you can't rationalize RA. If my right hip is bothering me today, there's a good chance it will be ok tomorrow. Tomorrow, it will be my left shoulder that is hurting.
I am not alone in my fight against RA. I have made some great friends and through talking with you and following your blogs, I realize we have most of the same struggles, obstacles and we often do the same stupid stuff. Thank you for your friendship.
Laugh daily. Learn to laugh at yourself, yes I still get frustrated with myself when I am dropping everything I touch, but it makes your day go better when your laughing rather than mad at the world.
Off Road riding boots are NOT made for walking.
You can ride farther in 30 minutes than you can walk in 4 hours. (see above lesson)
You never need to go to the bathroom until after you have your leathers, jacket, fanny pack, back pack, helmet, googles and gloves on.
Terry's theorem: How badly you need to go to the bathroom is directly proportional to how much gear you have on at the moment. ie a rider with a jacket, fanny pack, backpack and helmet needs to go 4 times as bad as a rider who only has a fanny pack on.
Terry's corollary: you never realize that you forgot to replace the toilet paper in your backpack until you look for it.
If you stare at someone long enough, eventually, you will get what you want.
They are always excited to see you come in the house, even if you have just walked to the mail box and back. Too bad humans can't show that emotion for each other. Then again, it's good that humans don't pee on the floor when another human walks in!
If you could find a picture next to the word loyal, it would be our first dog Bear. He was Wolf/German Shepherd and loved our daughter so much, we often joked that he thought she belonged to him. He would sleep in her room when she was young and if she would whimper or cry, come get us. She grew up loving him and even though he outweighed her, we were never worried with her being around him. He went blind shortly before he died and even blind, when she and her friends would play in the yard, he would place himself between them and the neighbors kids who were older and more rowdy.