On To My Thirties.....

Whew, time surely flies when you're having fun! I can't even believe that one and a half years has passed since my last post and guess what? I turned 53 during that 18 months! By the time I turned 30, my whole life had taken an about face. I went through a friendly divorce, met someone else, we moved in together and subsequently we moved to Florida. When I was 34, my mom passed away very suddenly. That had a huge impact on me and I took to eating myself into oblivion. After what seemed like an eternity to me but was only about a year, I got my act together, lost about 100 lbs. and decided it was time to face the world again. But facing the world again was going to be different this time. I had terrible pains in my left knee. My knee started to lock up on me. In fact, one time it locked up as I was transporting a rather large can from my pantry to the counter in my kitchen. I got stuck in the position of taking my first step away from the pantry and without realizing what was happening, I took my second step only my locked knee didn't move me and I dropped this rather large can on my toes and broke a couple of 'em. I went to see an orthopedic surgeon who told me I had a "bony island" in my left knee and that was the cause of the lockups. I could have had surgery to correct it or just live with it. The sound of surgery made me sick so I opted to just live with it. This was around 1992. In 1994 (after my 40th birthday), I decided that my living situation with my significant other wasn't working anymore. He had turned more and more to the bottle, became verbally abusive and I just needed to get out.

Back to the Beginning...

Well, you need to know about me before you can take the journey with me. I'm 52 years old. As is obvious by the name of my blog, I have rheumatoid arthritis, diagnosed 3 years ago, but suffering way longer than that. I had a normal, well normal as normal can be, childhood. I was sent away for the summers to horseback riding camp (any child's dream), hence thrown from many horses in my lifetime. I did lots of knee damage along the way, but never thought twice about it. Ok, I'm going to skip a few years now and move on to my 30's. Quick life, huh? Now that I've whet your palate, I'm gonna make you all wait til I'm ready to write about my 30's, that's where the real problems and excitement began!!

Dats Me!