The Girl With Arthritis

Young artists have a very awkward stereotype: Tattoos and odd coloured hair with clothes that look something of a costume. True, many kids have this style but there are also many other artistic people. These people, you really only see if you're on the 'in the loop.' At least in school, you see: Bold Style Artists: These are the kids with the tattoos, coloured hair, piercings and much more. There is no one personality though, and they range from acting 'too cool' for themselves to some of the nicest kids you will ever meet. Sometimes it's just a disguise to fit in with others, sometimes it is the way they express themselves. They are the quickest to get artistic praise because their style is so bold. Lazy Artists: These are also known as 'starving artists.' They do their own thing instead of working on assignments and will not accept training outside of their comfort zone, which varies. Some do art as a hobby and pursue a different career and others hav...

It's a real truth. This isn't limited to just Rhuematorid of course. Most people don't like these comics. I'm actually a big fan because it is the comedy of reality. For example, everyone tells me methotrexate is helping me so much like the woman doing yoga in the picture but I just don't notice much of a difference. Also it's true that the money you spend is ridiculious. It is quite extreme. A friend of mine who lives in a different country has to pay almost everything by herself. She says insurance only covers a little bit. Regardless, even if healthcare isn't directly out of your pocket, costs still sneak up on you. Heat pads, heavy clothes, good shoes, and more. Anyway, comics like these helps to really know people relate. Even though I have a dozenother young friends with arthritis. :)

Psoriatic arthritis is a beautiful thing: Not only does it affect my muscles, bones, nails, possibly skin but it also affects none other than eyes. Technically speaking I should be seeing an eye doctor every six months. But, I'm bad and don't go. Why, you may be asking, would I jeopardise my health with such laziness? Because I don't like my eye doctor. At all. She is not a very sympathising or empathetic physician at all. The office was not good at recording when I needed my eyes dilated, so I would end up arguing that I didn't need them to be since it is only necessary once a year. However the nurse would coax me into just letting her put the drops in my eyes just to make things easier on the doctor. While I did appreciate how nice and slow the nurse worked with me, the drops were still very uncomfortable for me. After a few simple tests, I would see the doctor. She would swagger right into the room, look at the chart and say "Oh, dilation was unnecessary." ...

I realise that, after posting a picture, a picture gets more views than a wordy post. Thus, I take the hint perhaps I should start posting photos. Perhaps I may start my own line of arthritis related comics? It's a thought. Also I've had a cough for weeks. I just went to the doctor today: I'm on antibotics incase of infection. Of course.

Sonnet 116 by William Shakespear. (This is one of my favourites) Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.    If this be error and upon me proved,    I never writ, nor no man ever loved .

I don't have much time to stop and write today, so a picture will do (A picture speaks a thousand words, right?). I feel this picture explains my life.

I just came across an article that struck interest and I simply must put my two cents into it. The article was about whether females or males make better doctors. Aparently research shows that women enjoy female doctors who can truly relate and be empathitic but do not like their male doctors to act the same way and that generally men have no preference. I don't know how this study was conducted! Maybe women just said that to empower other women and to completely throw out the idea of having a relationship with a man other than their boyfriend or husband, and maybe men just said they didn't care either way so they wouldn't be called sexist and looked at the wrong way. Personally, I prefer any doctor who is empathitic and takes me seriously. My rhuematologist is the perfect match for me as he is very laid back and my care is very well thought out to my needs and preferences. Not to say I've never had a bad experience: I've had terrible experiences with doctors. My e...

I never realised just how sensitive medicines make you. Recently we have recieved very good weather, and while the other kids in my class complained of how hot it was I was still very cold and I didn't warm up for a little. There was a nice breeze but that's what was so cold for me! It makes perfect sense however as when I was in Florida during their  summer season I longed for a pair of long trousers because though it was hot, it wasn't hot enough . Whether or not it really is the medicine, I see that when someone is sick one way or another the number one thing that bothers them is the temperature. But when someone is ill for a long time with arthritis or cancer or anything else you can think of, even the perfect temperature cannot keep them comfortable: once the wind blows, they shiver or shake. Let's not only use the weather as an example but most anything whether it be a nice walk upseted by a pain or a miracle drug that gives you headaches. Keep Your Chin Up, El...

You might know the title of this post is a lyric from Mary Poppins, which is one of my favourite movies. I'm a huge Julie Andrews fan and have even read the books she published for children. But that's not the intention of this post,but rather that I love films. Now I'm not one of those people who must watch every new film out ever and I'm actually rather behind on them, but the ones I do see I often end up loving more than I probably should. That's the thing: It truly is 'Movie Magic.' I might like to try my hand in movies one day, leaving the audience hanging on their seat and craving more even though the credits have began rolling. Like 'The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas.' Or even laughing and crying at the same time with a bitter sweet ending like 'Life is Beautiful.' So I'm going to stop here but with a list of some of my favourite 'little known' movies. Carry On Teacher (1959) Goodmorning Miss Dove (1955) Two Brothers (2004) ...

I should be making a prop for my art class's movie project... but I'm not. Not out of lack of materials or being busy, just out of laziness. Perhaps it sounds bad but I'm exhausted. I have major exams coming up soon and I need to study but most importantly getting well rested: One exam takes up most of the day. Oh well. Anyway, I just needed to update this even though nothing was particularly on my mind. I should probably start making the prop (A portal shooter from the Portal video game).

Literally. A cough has been going around my school, so obviously I will get this cough. And I will get really sick too. It's just what happens when your immune system is surpressed: While Arthur is a little under control, sickness goes insane.

Some think they can. Even I do. Sometimes when I'm with my cousins I pretend we're siblings. I do actually have siblings but all of whom are much older than me. So when I 'm around family my same age, I like getting the feeling of being a big, happy family. Though I am content being a litttle, happy family :) . However there is one girl I wish was my sister. She is my best friend and we are two year apart in age (she being my elder). Also a great distance keeps us apart. We know each other very well and rarely see each other, often taking to Skype to talk everyday. We've laughed together and we've cried together. Never have I ever had a friend who knows me like she does. She has her own Arthur as well, but her's is the rheumatoid type in several of her joints. She often flares and is sick, and has numerous other medical problems. She is my biggest inspiration as she keeps on living through this. Often I wish I could be with her, and I wish I could be there for...

I can tell you right now, life isn't fair. It isn't supposed to be. Sometimes things happen. Sometimes your friend likes the same boy as you. Sometimes no matter how hard you try, you can't get the stain out of your clothes. Sometimes you pay for something you don't get later. And all three of the above examples apply to me. You see, most girls have gone through this: You like a boy and you don't tell your friends, but then your friend tells you she likes him too. While you know the boy like YOU and not your friend, you just can't bear to hurt your friend and date him. It was once said that 'Once you like a boy, you're friends can never ever consider him' (I think Taylor Swift said this), but I can't agee. It's no fair to let people suffer: If two people like each other and nothing has been done between your friend and him, It should be fine. But you don't want to hurt your friend. Sometimes there are just no painfree solutions. Other ...