A Young Wife’s Tale

We met with David’s new rheumatologist yesterday. The old rheumatologist back in Dallas sent a copy of David’s file on June 16, but it still hadn’t made it’s way to South Jersey. The mail runs very slowly between Texas and New Jersey.

So, without any paper work, x-rays or labs to go on, the doctor examined David, asked a few questions and told him he looked great. He could see any signs of Psoriatic Arthritis. Of course, that could just be because of all the medication he’s taking.

He questioned David’s diagnosis for several reasons, and ordered new x-rays plus the standard blood work David has every eight weeks.

Somehow I tripped and fell hard on my right knee cap. Did I mention I was in a skirt? My father a paramedic, turned around, saw me on the ground and said, “Don’t move!” I tend to obey my father, and since he is a paramedic you’d think I would have listened, but at that moment I thought, “Heck, no! I’m getting my weight off my knee!” My mother and baby brother came up behind me. Everyone sprang into action. They brought me an ice pack and Advil. We didn’t think it was broken, so we went out to eat. And hey! My tights didn’t even rip!