No one told me how important my knuckles would be when I got older. No one said much about my elbows either. I heard about knees, but obviously not enough. And ankles? Not one word.
I’m not that old, honestly I’m not. Now ever my joints have aged at least twice as quickly as the rest of me. I’m positive lupus and arthritis play a part in this.
Oh I knew as I got older there would be some pain, I mean I was an active child so I knew I had some wear and tear on my joints. I did not, however, anticipate being my age and being unable to walk unaided at times.
And I never thought that at this age I would have to consider things like buttons when purchasing clothes. I have a thing for buttons and belts, and lovely lace-up boots. My fingers, apparently, do not feel the same way. The greater the number of buttons, the stiffer my fingers get. The higher up the laces go the greater the pain in my knuckles. Zippers and buckles are not friends of my fingers either.
Stairs? I used to skip up those, now I have days where I curse them. My knees feel like they are all rusted out (not that I really know what rusted out knees feel like) and my ankles crack and creek.
I have pretty much become a musical person, pops and cracks, groans and moans. Yep there are days that there is no way I’m sneaking up on any one unless s/he happens to be deaf.
Oh the fun of lupus. Sure no one told me any of this and so I tell others, work on your rhythm and become your own musical instrument. Find the fun through the pain and the tears.