I turned 50. I spend a lot of time yesterday thinking about the last half century. I got some text messages that made me roll my eyes, I got some that made me smile. I got wished Happy Birthday on Facebook from many people. I got to touch base with people who have made me smile for years. It was a good day.
I think one of the best things that I heard, yesterday, was that people where I work now actually were trying to plan on trashing my cube. I’ve never been one of the popular kids, and that meant a lot. It meant that I have found a group of people that I fit in with.
The snow was maybe a little overkill. Everyone was getting used to Spring weather and it was a small dose of reality that it’s still reasonably early spring and we can still get snow. We can still get accumulation. I’m thinking (given that it is in the 20s this morning) I might need a heavier jacket today… or I might just tough it out on my morning walk and wear my lighter jacket since it is going to be almost 50 by the time I can (maybe) come home from work. Getting closer to go live, working from home is harder and harder. Too freaking many meetings.
Taking stock… my Ra is… eh. This morning my fingers are a little achey. My knees have been a little on the bitchy side. But my infusions are still working. And even when I am late, even when I am very late, to get my orencia, it still works and works reasonably well. I’m not thrilled that I had to push my infusion by a week to go to Brazil again and that my next two infusions are going to mean 5 weeks instead of 4 weeks, each. But I have a taper pack of prednisone that should see me through a flare if it happens.
And this weekend, I’m planning on a long training walk (if I accidentally don’t have to work) to get ready for the race in June.
I’ve seen a lot in 50 years. I’ve learned a lot. I’ve learned that too many 60 hour weeks in a row are exhausting. I’ve learned that there are a lot of people like me. I’ve learned that people are people and some people aren’t very nice but the not very nice doesn’t have anything to do with where they are from or who they love. It has everything to do with the fact that they are not very nice.
I’ve learned that my dog is a pig, my cat is an attention whore, and coffee at 4 am can solve many of life’s lesser issues. Ice Cream Cake can solve just one or two more.
Now… for the next 50 years… what kind of trouble can I get in to???
Updated by April Wells
Update Date April 24, 2015