It's Kind of Like Retirement

My life with RA is oddly like an early retirement. Lately I've felt I have a lot in common with older folks.

I had to learn how (and accept) slowing down and not being able to do as much as I used to.

Asking for help. I have the nicest coversations with baggers who help take my groceries out to my car. I bet many people don't take the time to notice them, let alone talk to them.

Taking advantage of a good sale on arthritis and joint balm.

Who can be rude to the elderly? Can't be rude to the disabled either.

Knowing my pharmacist by first name.

Nap time!!!

Speaking my mind, no wasting time with schmoozing or niceties.

Getting paid monthly by the state.

Watching others go running with their dogs while I sit on the front porch sipping sun tea not feeling a bit guilty.

Needing a couple hours after waking up to warm the stiff joints and maybe an excuse to stay in my pajamas a little longer.

What's next? Maybe cutting my hair ultra short, trying my luck at Bingo, and getting super big sunglasses. I'm not going that far yet.