So I'm having a fairly good RA day. It's early in my Orencia cycle and I'm tired of having things I want to do and not doing them. I decide to drag my planters out of the wasteland I call my garage and start planting the tomato plants I bought weeks ago. I wasn't surprised when my body said enough before I actually got the plants into the soil. That's OK, wasn't expecting to do too much. I'm nearly there and I can finish later.
Then, later in the day I decide to wash some newly bought fabric. (My brain still thinks my body is going to let me do some quilting.) The quandry -- brave the stairs to the washing machine in the basement, or hand wash? My knees say hand wash. Apparently my knees did not consult my hands. Wringing out wet fabric -- not a good activity when I had already been using my hands. Ouch. I can't express how much I hate this disease. I hate it that tasks that I wouldn't have thought twice about a few years ago and that seem so simple are now something that has me wringing my hands in pain tonight.