Back on my feet again
Arthritis. It's a word you'd usually associate with the older generation. One you might link with retirement, cod liver oil tablets and stair lifts. But what if it's a word living along side full time employment, pregnancy, motherhood, being career driven or even a socialite? Having arthritis means we might have to work that little bit harder and live with chronic pain, daily. I'm 37 years old and the prospect of joint replacements has been a harsh reality for many years. Each operation I've had has been an attempt to preserve my hips and knees from the cruel mistress that's controlling my every move in life. I have a condition called femoral retroversion. It means the head of my thigh bone is a dic[tator]. It dictates how long I can stand for, how I sleep, where or even how I sit, and accepting these limitations can be an uphill battle. Sometimes it's hard to see where a condition ends and you begin; the truth is it doesn't - you just co-exist. It...