I called in sick today. Not for me, but Marty has a sore throat and his foot hurts.
Well as it happens, he has an appointment to see a doctor about his foot. Not for the arthritis pain, he has had a chronic toe infection that Dr F can’t solve. The medicines he is on to control his arthritis make it hard for his immune system to fight other things, like infections and sore throats.
Sure, I could probably get him settled in and leave him for a few hours to go to work, but I’m not up for that battle today. I hate seeing my son sick and in pain. I hate seeing him miss out on so many things because he is sick or hurting. I hate having to ask my teenage son if he has taken his 10+ pills today or if he’s ready for his daily injection.
I’m tired of what his illness does to my schedule, my budget, and my productivity, not to mention what it does to my depression. And don’t get me started on what it steals from Bella, who is an innocent bystander in all this.
I just wish they could find a cure for this stinking disease. Juvenile arthritis is a much bigger burden than most people realize.