I don't like nostalgia. Don't come at me with best-of lists. I don't care. Every one of my apps wants to give me a spotify-type review of everything I did...I don't need a review of my to-do list. Really. Who needs that?
That said, this has been quite a year. I want to review a few points. Just for me.
I got a diagnosis for an auto-immune disease I have long suspected I have. Yay. The process was tedious. The rheumatoligist who confirmed it also confirmed that the tedious path to diagnosis is the typical path. Yay.
What led me to this diagnosis? Years of inflamed joints did not mean a thing until my foot was inflamed and got in the way of my usual activities. Getting the diagnosis means that I inject myself every couple of weeks with a medicine that has a list of side effects longer than the pee line at the Great American Beer Fest. Yay.
But it is all good, and I have gotten back on the treadmill, literally, to try to run again, since my foot is not twice its expected size. My hips are reminding me that I have gained weight since the pandemic, and they, also, are inflamed. Hoorah.
All of this...diagnosis and treatment...has interrupted my phd work to some extent. I am done with my coursework. I have to write.
Focusing has always been hard for me. I don't sit still well. Writing non-bloggy stuff is hard. I have to think thoughts through from beginning to end...which has never been my strongest skill.
Nonetheless, I need to do it, just as I needed to jump through all the hoops to get my diagnosis.
Everything will be okay.
