#312 - Undifferentiated Spondyloarthropathy
Motto: No shirt. No shoes. No thanks. Columns will go on as long as they have to. This Column was supposed to be a " f u n " one, cause I feel like the last one I wrote was a bit of a drag to read. WELL GUESS WHAT! It's not going to be. I'm going to open up a vent and blow out all sorts of pressure (insert fart joke here) that's been building in me for the past 7 years about my incurable autoimmune disease. If you'd like to skip the upcoming dreck and refuse, you can skip ahead to the Top 5 which I do hope you'll find delightful. I'm going to write about what it's like to have a progressive, incurable, painful, disabling, autoimmune disease. I'll be using works like "pain" and "general suckiness". So calibrate yourself. You've been warned. I might insert jokey jokes for the purposes of sanity here and there - but there's really a ton pent up processing I have that I'd like to vomit all over thi...