Apparently a young woman with Rheumatoid Arthritis, or anyone really, should physically work themselves to the point of exhaustion, which is what I did yesterday moving furniture around my bedroom. I used to bounce back from that kind of stuff pretty fast or least I would only suffer from a few sore muscles. Not any more.
By the time I went to bed, a strange noise would emanate from my throat every time I moved a part of my body. I want to describe it as a groan, but my husband said I sounded like a dying animal. Either way, he had to listen to it every time I tried to turn over in bed.
Today I am aching from my fingertips to the tips of my toes, so getting through work is my only plan.
Oh well, lesson learned.
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