Never, ever, ever post on your blog that you might be getting better. Or that your new treatment regimen seems to be working.
Because when you do all of a sudden you will be facing the worst flare you have EVER had in the history of RA. Your joints will fill with shards of glass and hot lava. You will be tired beyond sleeping. You will vomit from the sheer pain of it all. And you will cry. And cry some more. You will not leave your bed for 16 hours straight, but your body will radiate so much heat from inflammation that your Tempurpedic mattress will be the consistancy of pudding.
Just Another Pretty Farce 
Oh no. I hope you get back to feeling better soon!
Oh, dear. I would send you a hug, but I’m pretty sure you don’t want to be touched right now. So I’m sending you … a virtual cove. Big enough to move around in some, and to have gentle tides, but not enough to have choppy waves. Very salty so you can float in it without needing to pay attention; nothing is going to touch your skin or jar your joints and you can just lie there until you can relax. Maybe turn over a couple of times if you feel like it. Sunny, with some high clouds, but a cliff at the entrance of the cove to give some shade. Mmmmmm … you could almost fall asleep in that body-temperature water, couldn’t you?
{{{{{{{{{{ Kat }}}}}}}}}}
I’m sending you virtual sweetened condensed milk to your virtual cove. =>