I may have done some good things lately, but I'm not perfect - and sometimes I still struggle with having RA.
Take yesterday evening, for example. I was so desperate to get just a tiny break from the stabbing, grinding, endless pain I've been having in my hips all week that I took a Vicodin. Then, when that didn't help, I drank an entire bottle of wine. Oops. Needless to say this treatment regime didn't do much other than make me feel sick and go to bed early.
On the bright side, I think one benefit of having a chronic illness (if there is such a thing as benefits to having a chronic illness) is that I do hangovers like a rockstar - which is to say that I don't really get hungover. Or, if I do, it is similar enough to an ordinary bad day with RA that I don't really notice. I mean, I feel sort of crummy this morning, but I felt sort of crummy yesterday morning too. It's about the same.
In any event, I guess it's time to do something more productive to address my hip pain. I'm off to pilates with the hopes that I will feel better afterwards. Even for just a little bit.