I was contacted by Stephen Trevathan a while back about some info on RA. Anyway, I checked it out and it seems to be legit so I decided to pass it on. In my opinion, the info won't really surprise any of us living with RA but would be good info for newly diagnosed patients or family members. Here is part of his email to me and the link if you are interested: "Last year, I helped to put together an infographic on rheumatoid arthritis, and I figured it would be something that you might want to share with others."
While I am feeling better, now out of my flare, I continue to drop things daily. I just dropped my 1/2" torque wrench on my right foot ... wouldn't have been so bad but I had my house shoes on working in the shop. I might as well had a sheet of paper wrapped around my foot ... the protection factor would have been about the same. After hopping up and down on one foot, swearing and throwing things at the cat (pretty sure she was laughing at me), I am nursing a bruised top of my right foot. I have a week of vacation scheduled for the week of October 21st and Greg and Randall are on board to ride up into Missouri with me. That will be a 2, possibly a 3 day ride depending on what we run across while on the ride.
I got up and left the house on my KLR at 7:30 Monday morning. I was meeting Greg at 8:30 and we were riding 90 miles NE to eat breakfast at a small cafe in the Ozark National Forest. As I left the driveway and turned north, I noticed a small thunderhead in the sky. Not giving it much thought, I proceeded on and over the next hour witnessed our sunny morning turning darker and darker. I stopped at 8:15 and checked the radar on my cell phone and sure enough ... rain was moving in. I called Greg and he was stopped getting gas so we decided to eat breakfast locally and see what the weather did. It's funny how in small towns where we stop to eat, no one pays any attention to us walking in and sitting down. Walk into a larger town cafe with riding pants and knee pads, riding boots and jackets and everyone stops and stares ... you would have thought we had guns the way everyone was watching us! I kept watching radar while we were eating and the rain was staying just north of our position so I talked Greg into running a shorter loop and rechecking the weather on the way. We stopped at a dry creek, which normally has 2-3 feet of water in it, and rode the creek bed for a little bit. I actually intended to just run up a short way and turn around to come back but noticed that Greg had followed me down the creek bed on his 1200GS with street tires! Alright Greg ... so we rode a bit more of the creek, turned around and rode back out to the road. Once back on the road I noticed it was getting darker again and cooler. We rode into an abandoned truck stop and you could see and smell the rain, now about a quarter of a mile from us. We talked about riding it out under the truck stop awning but Greg needed to get back to meet some contractors on his house so, not knowing how long we might be caught there, we headed back towards town. On the way back passing through a small town I looked down at my speedo ... oh crap! I was running 63 in a 40 mph zone, so I threw the binders on and slowed down just in time to ride around a corner and meet a state trooper sitting just off of interstate on the side of the road that we were riding. Not a bad day, we scared some people, had a crummy breakfast, beat a speeding ticket and still rode 153 miles while staying dry for the most part.