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I really am becoming Mr Burns

I really am becoming Mr Burns

I just got a call from my general practitioner. I love her because she looks and talks like Sigourney Weaver in Alien, and in my mind this translates to her being able to kick extraterrestrial and disease ass all tough and Ripley-like.

Unfortunately, she was powerless against my white blood cells. She phoned to tell me that I have rheumatoid arthritis. I can now add yet another chronic ailment to the list of afflictions. Leave it to me to get a disease that only affects 1% of the population! I am all about exclusive clubs.

Twenty minutes reading up on the disease at webmd.com was enough to freak me the fuck out. I should know better. Everything on that site leads to cancer and death and I can never read an article without concluding that I am not long for this world. I think Iíll just wait to see what the rheumatologist says.

Meanwhile, Iíve emailed my podiatrist to ask him if this will affect surgery. My GP thought that was a good idea.

Ok Iím going to stop typing now. Have you seen the photos of deformed rheumatoidally arthritic hands? That CANNOT be my future. Iíd rather look like Captain Hook.

4:15 p.m. - 2005-04-22



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