I was walking down the stairs in my 95 year old gimpy way (again - still in the middle of this relapse/exacerbation/flare-up/glitch - or whatever you want to call it) and I was saying to myself, and anyone who was listening, that I wished I was walking like this because I had an injury or something. My daughter was downstairs on her DS and yelled at me.
"You would rather have an injury? You would rather have a BROKEN BONE!" And I said, "I would rather have an injury or broken bone that I could recover from, that would heal then this disease that there is no cure for."
"There's a cure for it!" She said, "They just haven't found it yet. But there is a cure."
She is my awesome optimist!
I should not let this "relapse" get me down... I just really wish I could type without this wretched, painful numbness in my right hand. And I wish could sleep without the burning hot, white hot pain going down my whole arms. :(
But I'll stick with my daughter here - there is a cure - they just haven't found it yet.