happy new year. Perhaps, but do everyone actually believe that social norms still exist in the world like they have been around these days?
And happy new year to you. I was absent. It is not important to acknowledge this. But I've been doing this because the headspace doesn't exist these days (Roughly gesture) world.
But anyway, here's an update no one can ask for (it's not really true – thanks to all those who reached out and asked):
I have passed the resolution. I'm happy to hear that many of you have made similar things. Smart, clever people!
I didn't do things either. I didn't start eating bullshit because diet culture is sucked in and harmful. I didn't tell anyone what they should eat because no one needs it. I didn't go out for vacation. Because the last thing I wanted to do was jump to the plane because I wanted to travel.
Instead, I read some great books (Amor Towers, Jhumpa Lahiri, Paul Astor's final words) And read such a great book (Stanley Tucci – I adore you, but your latest book remains as a personal diary, not published, companion). I walked a lot. I sit outside the cafe and drink iced coffee. I watched some movies and watched bold TV shows (Do we need to talk) Apple Cider Vinegar? Yes, yes, I will. )
And I spent a lot of time complaining about my hands. My pain, my pain, my hard, stupid hands.
I currently have arthritis. Is that because I'm old? Or because you've collected your health status? Is it psoriatic arthritis or osteoarthritis? (Perhaps both.) Does it have something to do with perimenopause? Is mercury going backwards? Have you walked under the ladder? Whatever the reason, it sucks. And that hurts.
This diagnosis actually occurred last year, so we cannot blame it on 2025. It started in September. One day, I had no pain in my fingers. And I did. I spent the whole time in New York last year, realizing I had moved my index finger and felt a bit of a twist. Twinge then moved to the other fingers. Whenever I was in the airplane house, I was in pain whenever I moved my hands. And even when I didn't. So, almost forever.
These are when you type words, make divine cakes and pastries, roll up pasta dough, turn the pages of a book, hug your loved one, grab the microphone at the meeting stage, and shape the biscuit dough on media occasions Press down on the cutter. Take a cup containing coffee, watch me all day, run through the latest updates in Cespits around the world, tickle the dog's tummy, tap the top, our cat's head, I eat Point out a particular pasti kino in the pasture, stirring delicious soup and a pan of sugo in the shed, tap on a stingy response to misogyny on the internet, and get swayed as I talk …All of these things cause pain. All of them.
This is what I mean: I don't handle pain well. I cried a little at the office at the GP at the end of last year. I cried because there's nothing I can do just to fix this. Here is a list of things I read that I should do to improve arthritis pain. Getting “healthy” weight (diet culture and we believe that people who live in small bodies (incorrectly) are always doing perfectly well), stop smoking, limit alcohol, Eat, walk and work healthy. I already check all the boxes so I can't do those things. So, what am I supposed to do? Certainly, my activities include little other than walking, but I'm not entirely sedentary as I'm getting close, if not 10,000 steps a day.
The pain is always there and I don't take a break, so I'm whining everything about it. And diabetes is always there and I don't get a break. And the anxiety is always there and I don't get a break. Honestly, I'm not there, I'll keep others at all times.
While I wait to see a rheumatologist, I do something that may be relieving the pain a little. I say “maybe” because I don't know, and I don't want to stop them in case it gets worse. And I spend a lot of time bothering people by telling them my hands hurt. (Don't believe me – see 800 words in this blog post – thank you for reading!)
I know the world doesn't work like this, but I hope that our people can get things to sit down a bit, with a lot of health already dealing with. “Things” means a new diagnosis. That's fair, right? I really don't want to add another medical professional to my contact list and dedicate more time on my calendar for regular health checks. And I don't need to learn new health lingo to train new HCPs and understand how I'm treated. There's no need to give pharmacists more money for more medication. I'm worried about what this means for a long term and really don't want to spend more emotional bandwidth than I think. I don't want to think about feeling pain all the time. Also, I don't want to be unable to wear the beautiful rings I own. And call me shallow while I completely ignore you.
And that's where I'm here now. The year started almost calmly. And my hands hurt. Very painful hands.
