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Y’all, y’all, y’all


Ok, I’m going to teach all of y’all some good ole Southern bitch speak. (Waves at Kelly!!)

Bless your heart= you suck
I’ll pray for you = you suck
I’ll take the high road = you suck
Fried green tomatoes= yummy meal

Had to throw my favorite food in the mix.

So yeah…bless my heart, pray for me, and take the high road regarding my lack of consistent posting as of late.

Believe it or not, posting more consistently was one of my 2015 resolutions.

I do have lots to report…check back by Sunday! I’ll be starting with my adventures in Boston! Also, follow me on FB (link to the right) as that’s easier for me to update as I go!

And until then, here’s a shot of my baby girl to keep you happy!


Happy Thanksgiving!


Oh my my my my. I feel like every other post I write begins with sorry for not posting! But life…it happens!

Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

I had a great and relaxing day, much needed after a go go go couple of weeks, which I will post on tomorrow!

I ended up staying in Charlotte instead of joining my family. Bittersweet- I needed the rest but I hate not getting to see them.

On Wednesday evening, my friends and I went to the Charlotte Hornets game. The atmosphere was a blast, the end of the game notsomuch.


When we first got there, we realized our seats were immediately in front of a group of wild,crazy, boisterous fans. At first, I wanted to kill them. I can’t figure out how to upload the video but trust me…they yelled for everything. I spent significant amounts of time trying to figure out if I could manipulate them into chanting ‘solo cup’ over and over. They did, after all, chant ‘Michael Jordan’ over and over. As well as ‘Dale Jarrett’ who is…not a basketball player. But ok! They ended up being hilarious!

I slept late on Thursday and celebrated Friendsgiving at Maggiano’s with my urban family.


That is the give me bruschetta picture!!

Then I came home and zonked out with this fierce beast!


All in all, a good restful time!

More tomorrow.

September shenanigans


Sometimes I really don’t know what to write about…and sometimes I think that the details of my life will bore you if I don’t have a lot to say about RA. It’s crazy how I compartmentalize. I rarely talk to the people I see on a daily basis about RA, yet I feel weird writing on my blog about anything unrelated.

I’ve decided though that living with RA makes all events relevant, especially when I’m feeling good. So here’s the skinny on what I’m up to right now!

A few weeks ago, I went to Washington DC to participate in the ACR’s Capitol Hill Fly in. For those of you unfamiliar, this is a yearly advocacy event that pairs doctors and patients together to meet with lawmakers to discuss policy that affects our community. We talked a TON about access to care, access to treatments and medications among other topics. I had a GREAT team and it was a lot of fun!



The funniest part? They called our team up to role play a meeting with a real live actual Senator. Did we know this was going to happen? Nope. While speaking about access to treatments/medications, I stated that due to Tier 4 pricing, my biologic medication is $700 per month. The senator frowned and said ‘that’s $8,000 a year.’ I smiled and said ‘actually, it’s $8,400.’

Many thanks to whatever spirit chose to inhabit me at that moment and do accurate math! On the spot! In front of people!

That will most likely never happen again! But I felt very smart. Yay for successful basic multiplication skills.

Next up, I just started xeljanz. I am a month in and quite pleased thus far. I realized last week that things that used to always have a dull ache no longer do. Plus, I am psyched to no longer have to give myself shots. Even though I’ve done it for years, I’m by no means a nurse and have bruised the heck out of myself many, many times.

This past weekend, my much better ankle cooperated and allowed me to visit Greenville, SC. Ok, it would’ve let me visit either way but I walked all around town with no issue. I saw several old friends and got to see my cousin perform in the Broadway tour of Once! If you’re thinking about going, I highly recommend. Very well done show!


And that’s the highlight reel! Oh yeah, and I turned 35 a few weeks ago. (Ugh)

Up next: how I’ve fallen off the fitness wagon since moving and how I’ll be jumping back in!

Blame the fog, and the blond


Just when you think it’s hard enough as a blond, add in the RA fog…

Stopped by Starbucks on my way to work.

Parked my car.

Walked inside, ordered and paid for my drink, received said coffee.

Venti nonfat caramel macchiato. Just what a Monday requires!

Walked out in my Monday morning stupor.

Pulled out my keys, pressed unlock.

Got to car door. Tried to open car door. Nothing.

Pressed unlock again. Tried car door again. Nothing. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

Not my car.

Blond RA brain!

About that picture


A few months ago, I posted a picture on my Facebook page that I meant as an interesting look of someone who doesn’t fit into the uneducated stereotype of looking sick. Young. Fit. Working on fitness to build lean muscle to support joints.


For the most part, the response was positive. I had many, many comments where other patients offered up how they were staying active: swimming, walking, and even a few CrossFitters and mud runners. Those last two things are activities that frighten me…which means I’m dying to try them.

It was shared pretty widely on some bigger groups, and for the most part, the response was the same. Encouragement. Sharing what works and how to stay active. I loved it!

However, I was taken aback by a few comments on my page and on others who shared it. Comments where people said what I was doing was dangerous. Comments where people cautioned others to not look at my picture and hurt themselves.

At first, I thought WHAT? This is me! How could a picture of me even be construed as me doing something dangerous? I’m so scared of getting hurt! I mean, anyone who knows me knows that I go to great lengths to make sure I DON’T get hurt. And look at my wrists- I have to use the rope pull because my wrists don’t enjoy the regular handle. And while you can’t see it in the picture, I know that I was only doing 25 lbs.

After I got all the defensive out of my system, I realized a couple of things.

1. Most of you DON’T know me in real life to know how cautious I actually am.
2. Most of you don’t know the modifications in the picture because you can’t see the weight I’m pulling nor have you seen me try to use the regular grips.
3. They have a valid point.

So yes, I am certainly trying my hardest to build as strong of a body as I can to support some limitations, but I also don’t want to make anyone think that you should just jump into pumping iron (LOL if you’ve ever seen me lift weights- I use a spotter, wrist straps and there is lots of whining sometimes) without doctor approval, research, supervision and good old common sense.

I’m not really sure what else to say. Take a picture as that doesn’t happen very often. :) But I want to be clear that those few comments didn’t go unnoticed, and I want to make sure that I am responsible in writing my story with the clear understanding that we all have different capabilities and comfort zones. Yes, I’ve always been one to push it. No, I don’t see that changing.

But if I’m not telling you about modifications and what I do to make activities safe for me, please call me on it.

Cupcakes if you use profanity. :)

Where have I been?


I have a good excuse this time. :)

Two weeks ago, I moved back to Charlotte, NC. It’s been a long time coming…

I moved to Greensboro, NC two years ago for professional reasons. Yes, I learned a lot. Yes, I was very pleased with my doctors, my trainer , my nutritionist etc…Yes, I met a handful of people who I hope to never ever lose touch with…


Greensboro and I were not compatible for many reasons. I like diversity. Diversity of people, diversity of opportunity. I sadly found myself in a place where I worked so hard to live well but had no real quality of life as far as opportunity. I have been absolutely miserable since day one. But that is subject matter for another entire blog and one that I will not be writing as I don’t want to dwell on negativity. I also think that would be disrespectful to the people who live there that I love. Just because it didn’t work for me, doesn’t mean it’s wrong for them.

On the flip side, I will admit that my misery allowed for laser like focus on my health. I never would’ve stopped to make time for cooking, training, and educating myself on true wellness. And now that I’ve had that opportunity, I don’t intend to lose sight of that. So while I can say some pretty brutal things about my time there, thank you Greensboro for giving me the space to get a real handle and make great strides in my health.

I am blessed and lucky to work for a company who let me transfer back. And that I have done.

The last few months have been exhausting . Being in two places at once is hard on someone 100% healthy. Throw RA into the equation and you know how that goes.

I took all of last week off to settle in and let’s just say I did a fair amount of unpacking but I did even more resting and taking it easy.

I was flaring pretty badly up to the day of the move, and it was gone within two days. I always underestimate the value of taking time for yourself and allow me to say: be ye not so stupid!!!

Stay tuned for more regular blogging. I’m still in the phase where I’m walking and driving around with a big stupid grin on my face about being back here. But I still have lots to say and hope to be able to say it with more frequency now that I’m back where I need to be. :)