I’ve tried to write this post a few times. As a Twitter post, a Facebook update and as a blog post a few times, but I couldn’t think how to start it. Well, a couple of months ago I succumbed to something I’ve been resisting for years and I think it’s a good place to start. For those of you without a chronic illness this will probably be a “so what?” moment, and for those of you with chronic illness (especially team “My Immune System Hates Me”) this’ll probably be a “yeah, and?” post.
But, as always, this blog is about my experiences living with Ankylosing Spondylitis and since my 5m doggy paddle swimming certificate from infant school doesn’t count, I’m not qualified to give advice. So if anything in here causes you concern – go to your GP and get it checked!
As I’ve probably mentioned before, I’m vain. I’ve avoided walking aids (even though I know I need one sometimes) and instead used a variety of umbrellas to match my outfit. But at the moment I’m in pain. Lots of pain. So I ordered a stick.
I’ve started with a plain black foldaway one as I don’t intend to become reliant on it until I absolutely need to. But still, it’s a definite landmark in my AS journey, and today I thought I’d write about how I got here.
Proud Ankylosaur 