I have always had a high tolerance for pain. Two years ago I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis, which is now being called Rheumatoid Auto-Immune Disease because people confuse it with osteoarthritis that people get with age or injuries.
The best way to describe it is that on a “good” day, you feel the way you feel just as you realize that you’re coming down with the flu – achy, fatigued, and inflamed/feverish. A bad day can vary from feeling like the worst flu to having flares in particular body parts. It is a chronic, progressive, incurable, debilitating disease.
Since diagnosis, I’ve put on weight, since I’m too tired and sore to move much, and I’m depressed. This makes me even more sore, because my body fights harder against gravity. This makes me more depressed. I use the word depressed, but I have suffered major depression in my life, and I’ve managed not to succumb to it, but sometimes I feel myself teetering on the brink.
I’m on a mild prescription for the RA, then I take NSAIDS: Advil (ibuprofen) or Alleve (naproxen), and/or Tylenol (acetaminophen/paracetamol) depending on the situation. I used to hate taking pills, but I’m slowly coming around to accepting that I need them. Distraction works, so when I’m busy at work, I am less aware of my aches and pains. I do try to do some yoga stretches and apply heat to the sore areas. When my lower back hurts, I remind myself to suck in my gut to give the back more muscular support, and the BenGay patches help on my back and neck when I get muscle strains.