I had a doctor appointment last Wednesday. While taking my blood pressure, the intake nurse noticed a humongous bruise on arm and said, "Wow! How did that happen?" First, I gave her my "I have Lupus" disclaimer. In my mind, this is a way to let people know that with Lupus, anything is possible. Then, I proceeded to tell he the story of how, I was attempting to start my lawn mower when, rip! Something in my arm, I'm thinking tendon or cartiledge, tore. I told her how the pain was so excruciating that I could barely speak; and how two days later, I looked at my arm and this gigantic bruise was covering it. She looked at me with a puzzled, I may or may not believe you, glare. Then she said, "Yeah, I get "beat up" in my home too. I'm always running into walls or something." "Beat up," I thought. I was also thinking, "you may need to be checked for vertigo." I replied, "This is one of the perks of being single." She informed me that, surprizingly, she was married. On that note, I knew that she has probably never even touched a lawn mower. She asked if I had seen a doctor for my arm. I said, no. Now, every Lupie knows that you don't run to the doctor for every bump and bruise you encounter! Lupies would be in the hospital 24-7!
Afterwards, replaying the conversation in my mind 20 times, I'm wondering if she was insenuating that I had been physically beaten. Humm??? What's your opinion?
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