The Library is a wonderful place. Plant, Nature, Leaves Background by NietjuhArt on Pexels. In my village, there's a busy, well-equipped library because of the tax payers and involvement from the community. Actually, Scoop Du Jour, the local coffee shop and ice cream parlor, and the public library were the hotspots of the town. The library featured something for everyone in the community. Free Internet/Wifi Free Use of Computers Library of Things Pickle Ball Paddles Blender Caretaker Kits Diagnostics Tool Book Club Kits Tumbling Blocks Knitting Set Fishing Poles And More! Distraction-Minimal Environment Social Events Craft Club Movie Nights Peer-Group Activities Happy, Helpful Staff Members Local Under 2 miles from where I lived
all my life I knew I wanted to be an artist, chef, writer, waitress, actress, doctor, stand-up comedian, stay-at-home mom, counselor, makeup artist, entrepreneur, gardener, and teacher. Unfortunately, there isn't a degree for that. A myriad of interests made choosing a major impossible- i mean, did I want to only be one thing?
Undiagnosed RA is a pain. What's worse is being undiagnosed with Junior RA because I know doctors do not take my flare-ups seriously. I am sure I am speaking to the choir here, but T-Rex hands and stubby finger logs make me feel clumsy like I am banging on the keyboard smashing my fist around a pencil when writing. It's the pain of when I take the stairs slowly and breathe through each step. It's the 1/2 of my brain that notices the red swells around the joints on my knuckles, specifically my right hand. It's when my feet feel "tired," my leg bones "fatigued," and my knee joints "swollen." Feeling the nodules form and temporarily go away. Poorly angled fist bumps I sooo regret, Oh my gosh when I am on my way to school and using the steering wheel with only my palms ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ¤ª Switching between wanting the ice packs and ibuprofen and wanting to pretend I do not struggle with things I used to not before. Is it stress? Is it my diet? Is it ov...
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