Change of Plans

When you have a chronic illness like arthritis, some days are better than others. Last week was a pretty good week. I woke up in the morning and  felt well rested and alert . . . . well as alert as one could possibly be at 6:00 a.m.  I walked up and down the stairs at school a billion times.  I worked on my Junior paper.  Things seemed pretty normal.


So my Aunt calls Friday night and wants to take me shopping in Harrisburg on Saturday.  I'm like, of course, it's time to get new spring clothes!


When I hop out of bed Saturday morning, I yell out in pain.  My "driving" ankle was killing me.  I had to  basically limp to the bathroom which is less than 20 feet from my bedroom.  I try walking downstairs, and it's more like a hobble.  My Aunt was supposed to pick me up in an hour.  As much as I wanted to go, I knew that I wouldn't be able to walk around the mall for hours with the way my ankle felt.  


So JIA changed my plans.  Instead of shopping, I spent the morning on the couch watching Jersey Shore.