I love telling people at work when they tell me how much better I am looking/walking 'yep, it's the amazing drugs I am on, completely out of it'
They just don't know whether I am being serious or not and their faces are often a picture.
I always find myself in a quandary, dilemma? enigma? dichotomy? what word is it I am looking for? I want to look well. But, I also want to BE well. I also want people to see how I feel. you know, wanting to be two things at the same time. Looking fabulous yet people knowing that it still fucking hurts and it's not all gone away. Mostly now I am over the horrendous acute phase where I could barely drag myself into work let alone look vaguely like I gave a shit how I looked, sometimes didn't shower for days, and I know now that I looked fucking dreadful, I now look presentable at work, usually with make-up, not always, but with hair done, clean matching clothes, showered, looking well.
And to fair on some of my colleagues, (there are a couple of lovely ones, just not in my team, well one is when not wrapped up in her own shit and only because her friend is the other team member who has bad back so she now gets it), a couple of them have noticed when I have been done up with make-up etc and they have said 'oh, you look like you are in a lot of pain possibly when I have too much foundation on and no blusher so i look like a ghost and not taken meds so shuffling
goodness thanks for sympathies about my parents. It's been just over 7 years now so it's less raw these days. But, there are lots of questions I wish she was here to answer, such as details about her arthritis in her back. She had it in her neck/upper back and it developed around late 40s I think. I was still quite young, young enough to not know the details. I don't know enough about it as she didn't really discuss it to know if it was something diagnosed through scans, was it rheumatoid or osteo? I think possibly osteo as she used to say it was due to the window at work being open all the time, but she also had it in her hands and sometimes her knuckles would swell, and I vaguely remember her talking about RA, but not enough to put those things together. She never talked about it, and she didn't ever complain that much, got on with her life, but that was her all over, she kept things to herself too much.