Take tonight for example – I am supposed to be going out for a meal and a few drinks with the boyfriend, my friend and her husband and as if by magic, I woke up this morning with what looked like localized elephantiasis. My right knee has quadrupled in size.
As I’m sure all you chickadees can appreciate, I’m pretty pissed off! But the question is; do I let Arthur win? Do I sit in and let him make me watch crap TV and feel even more miffed ‘cause I know I’m missing out?
Instead I’m going to put on my glad rags, paint my nails and head on into the city. I’m not advocating alcoholism by any stretch of the imagination, but an extra glass of wine or three will help the evening float along painlessly! Then again, I’m one of the lucky ones. ‘Hangover’ is not part of my vocabulary – unlike my poor boyfriend who has only got to have one sip too many and it’s hurl city!
Rule numero uno to be a smart girl with arthritis (we’ll call it SGWA for short):- Never EVER let Arthur stop you from doing exactly as you please.
'Til next time!!! ;-)