Having spent a week or so confined to barracks (thanks to my gorillas having a squabble) I decided to venture out yesterday afternoon for some fresh air and retail therapy. Agony but worth it and I felt somewhat cheered. Then 'Im Indoors returned from work and we went out for a meal. Agony but worth it and further cheered. On returning home I took out some recycling and bumped into an elderly neighbour (not the one with the new hip) who is as fit as a fiddle and wondered why I wasn't any better. Then came the advice. Had I tried? Have you thought about? I read about APOS therapy, it's brilliant (this from someone who has no arthritis anywhere). Copper is good, yadda yadda yadda. All my hard-earned cheer evaporated in an instant. Silly me for letting that happen but sometimes it doesn't take much.
Why does this happen? I know we've discussed this before but as I am currently under the arthritic cosh it took all my patience not to tell them what I thought. Of course they meant well and thought they were being helpful but . . . . The arrogance of the healthy is irksome at the best of times, at the worst of times it's hateful. The smug assumption that I'm not making enough of an effort to improve my lot ( I won't use the B word) is galling because it's based on ignorance. There is a difference between that and stupidity but I wonder if they would be so free with their 'advice' when confronted by someone with MS, cancer or MND. I hope they wouldn't so why are we fair game for their idiocy?
I can only conclude its the ubiquity of the disease. Everybody knows somebody who had a touch of OA or RA (don't forget, there are only two kinds
) and they got better. Of course they did because they probably didn't have it in the first place. Usually these comments run off me like water off a duck's back but due to being at an already low ebb this has pulled me right down.
Unthinking words hurt and far more than arthritis.
Last week was a matter of sideways and backwards but hopefully this week will be more onwards and sideways - if that's not progress I don't know what is.
Time for scrambled egg with a fresh red chilli then ironing - hurray! DD
PS The B word is better.
Have you got the despatches? No, I always walk like this. Eddie Braben