Dearest Friends,
For my 44th birthday I had an arthritic flare-up so my rheumatologist gave me a pack of steroids which I’ve been on for a week now.
It’s the easiest way to prevent the flare-up from advancing my spinal arthritis (auto-immune disease, for those of you who are new here) along with my weekly maintenance injections. The steroids stop the pain/mobility issues as well as prevent the arthritis from progressing, which can happen in a flare-up.
We won’t know the extent of the flare-up until my next MRI.
Meantime, ‘roid rage is REAL. I feel it tremendously. Unfortunately, I don’t get all jacked from them like the other, more fun kinds of steroids. (Sad face)
Anyway, I’m just telling y’all this in case you have called or texted or emailed me this week and you’ve been all, “Hey Missy, how are you?” And I’ve been all, “EAT SHIT AND DIE, YOU MORON!”
Sorry.
I’m feeling much better physically, but not quite there mentally and emotionally so I’m crawling back inside my bubble wherein I don’t watch the news or deal with *certain* people in my life as to not get physically violent with anyone. Or rage bait, which I am inclined to do (so says my son.)
This is on the heels of the month of August which is historically a bad time for my mental health, given it is the anniversary of my daughter’s birthday. Generally the fall is a grieving time for me and it often holds me down in a deep depression, which ironically can bring on a flare-up.
Chronic illness is not as fun and easy as I make it seem, y’all. (hair flip) But it is easier when I speak honesty to it. I hope others take note, especially those who tend to be silent sufferers like me.
Thanks for your attention to this matter. 
OkayLoveYouBye,
M.
Melissa Goodnight 