I wrote a note to my rheumatologist. Saying that only means I’ve seen her, not that she ever found anything. I’m also pretty sure I gave her quite the bad rating for not listening to my story a year ago. Rheumatologists are almost like unicorns. You MIGHT see one, if you have something that’s weird long enough. But, they only have so many checkboxes and mine isn’t on the list… Because they redacted it.

The leg weakness and pain continue and I feel a familiar burning, this time in my right bicep.

I’m here for whatever, whenever. It’s pretty normal inside the house. My wife and I just don’t talk about it, and that works. If something changes, I just mention it once. She adapts immediately. Yet, she also knows to keep pushing the boundaries to find out when they change. No, I can’t walk the dogs anymore. Yes, I can go to the store (but it hurts and that’s fine).