Back In Full Force

Friday night Jon called me from the train and says, "Don't make dinner, I have an idea" (music to my ears!) . As I wait for Jon to come home with his "idea" I take a seat on the couch-and then.I.can't.get.up! My back angrily ignited with pain and I sat there with my mouth gaping from the pain. It was the revenge of the arthritis. My arthritis has been pretty manageable without meds for a while (if it hadn't you would have heard about it) so I decided to lift some weights earlier in the afternoon-and did I ever pay for that decision. So here I am crouched over in intense pain on the couch. The pain intensifies by the moment and in a drastic attempt to relieve the pain I hurl myself onto the floor. Yes that is right, onto the floor. So while my face is getting intimate with the berber I weigh my options; I could lay here and wait for Jon or I could get a stiff upper lip and get up. I tried to brace myself with one hand and I was back on the floor faster than Britney can get out of rehab. So I decided that waiting can be good too.

Moments later Jon comes home with a bag full of wine (red for him, white for me), a baguette, and an array of cheese, I love cheese almost as much as I love him-almost. Cheese, bread and wine is one of our favorite little romantic escapes. So as I was saying, Jon walks in and there I am curled up on the floor writhing in pain. I try to play it cool and squeak out "how was your day?" He doesn't answer and comes to my side as I explain to him that since I last saw him I had aged about fifty years and that we should consider getting a lifealert, because I had so obviously fallen and couldn't get up.

The rest of our evening was spent calling advice nurses, contemplating going to the emergency room and trying to relax with bread and cheese, I had to nix the wine since I was on pain killers. We watched Pretty Woman without the sound because, for goodness sakes, the sound even made me feel worse. But that Julia Roberts would make one heck of a mime!

Long story short, it was a rough weekend. We went to a wedding and I was not the first person on the dance floor as I usually am; infact I only went on the dance floor twice. Once was a sad shuffle, an attempt at dancing to Justin Timberlake and the second was a semi-romantic slow dance as Jon propped me up.

Poor guy, I'm cashing in on the whole "For better, for worse, in sickness and in health" part and we aren't even married. Jon is training for a marathon and I am working on sitting up and resisting the urge to gnaw on a towel to help me deal with my discomfort. In a way I feel bad that I can't be the active girlfriend I used to be, but I am hopeful that my active days aren't behind me. I did have a dream that I was in a dance class last night and I woke up bummed because I am pretty sure that my dancing days will be on hold indefinitely. But what I do know for sure is that I won't take this arthritis thing laying down-well as of Friday night I did, but you know what I mean.