I Am Not What I Was, But I Can Live With It

I've been quiet lately. I went through the joy of having good care and then after a few months of walking like a normal person, the right started showing signs of going. I can live with that, becauseI have a damned good orthopod. Finally. My endo doc is relocating, so I need to find a new one and I do need a new RA doc. The Plaquenil, Celebrex and Prednisone isn't working for me. Lately, the swelling in my joints - wrists, hands, feet and ankles has been a reality check. My friends say I need less stress in my life and so do some folks in the family. Some of those folks are the source of the very stress they talk about. I don't feel angry, but I am physically tired and sometimes, I wonder where this is all leading. Sometimes, I simply wish the people in my house would go away for awhile and when they come back, try not to undo the housework I struggle to do. I also struggle with guilt...the things I can no longer do or the things that take forever to accomplish.