Allow me to paint a picture for you, please. If I do this right, then you will never utter the words, "It's just arthritis, it's not serious", ever again.
Friday night in our house is "shot night". Nope, not talking about pouring my favorite liquor into a tiny glass and tossing it back. I'm talking about injecting our youngest child with toxic medications in order to attempt to control her chronic illnesses and stop them from destroying her body. That in itself is a horrible position for a parent to be in. Which is better? Taking our chances with the diseases destroying her? Or take our chances with the medications destroying her? Hmm....what would you do if it was your child? I pray that you never have to face that decision.
So, back to shot night. We do this every Friday. We have been for the past 4 years. But it's not just Friday really. The countdown starts as soon as the injections are done. 7 days, 168 hours, until we have to do this all over again. The stress and anxiety is every day because you know it's coming around again. There is also the daily reminder of the injections thanks to the daily meds she has to take to attempt to counteract the side effects of the injections. Though those don't always work so well. Then the alarm goes off on Friday letting you know that it's time. You get the med basket out, prepare the syringes, have your child get her comfort items and get in her favored "shot spot". All the while she is crying, begging you to please not do this, please not hurt her, asking you WHY are you doing this to her again. Now it's time, everything is ready. In our house, Daddy does the injections, Mommy does the hand holding and soothing. Every week another chunk of my heart breaks listening to her screams, seeing the look of absolute terror all over her face as the medicine goes into her and burns like acid. I hate it. I hate everything about it. The real kicker is that despite these medications, she still experiences periods of pain, stiffness, discomfort. You know how your body feels when you have the flu? That feeling of, "Man, I feel like I've been hit by a bus.". Yeah, imagine being a child and LIVING with that feeling.
Still think it's "just arthritis, nothing serious"?