Labeled

It's official. I've been labeled ... physically disabled. I'm not sure how I feel about it. There's a part of me, somewhere deep inside, beyond my gnarled outer self, a part that is pissed about it, defeated. However, when it's Tuesday morning and it's clear to me that the MTX I took the Wednesday before has done all it can and I have two full days still to get through before I take the next dose, and I know I can't afford to take any other RA prescriptions, I ... am ... disabled, undoubtedly. I am skeptically optimistic that this label and all that goes with it will, indeed, be the relief I need.