Wednesday, March 3, 2010
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.
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I hope it's the relief you need too. Labels suck- but if it means you get the help you need- then hopefully it's worth it in the long run... And for what it's worth: you don't seem like the kinda gal that would let a label hold you back... :)
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