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Life is full of beauty

Can Pretty Things Help Chronic Pain Sufferers?

Coping with Arthritis pain takes more than medications, exercise and eating right. Mental health is just as important.

As I leaned over to turn the lamp off on this teeny, tiny table, I spied this little scene. I’m not sure how the photo got where it did but the photographer in me saw beauty in these random objects surrounded by the soft warm glow and instantly knew that this image would forever warm my soul make me smile.

I have long said that there is beauty everywhere, you just have to look.

Yes, I realize that I’m not the first to say it, but its very true. I’m a visual person and I do in fact see beauty all around. I believe my ability to see beauty even in the everyday and mundane things, has helped me cope with so much  physical pain. When you live with a chronic illness there are days when you feel hopeless and isolated. It doesn’t matter how great your support system is, sometimes you cannot help but wallow and feel sorry for yourself. The good news, at least for me, I can surround myself with pretty things. I find this relaxing, and it lifts my spirits. At this stage in life, anything that helps me cope with chronic Rheumatoid Arthritis pain is a go, even if it’s a simple decor arrangement!

In the past I have been teased by friends because I have many decorative vignettes placed around my house. We don’t have a big home nor do we have much shelf space to decorate so I have to get creative. I currently have a silver tray that I decorate with random items. If I’m going to be completely honest, the coffee table no longer holds these beautiful displays because… puzzles. Yup, we have reached the age of puzzles for recreation and I accept this, but I digress. Sometimes I swap things depending on holiday or season to keep it fresh. I also made a point of placing this tray where I will see it often… by my recliner, because hey, it’s always easier to relax while looking at pretty things! That’s why I keep Magic Mike on the DVR, but again, I digress.

Creating Your Own “Happy Place” Vignette 

Challenge: Find a spot you look at often in your home and create a display of things that make you smile, make you feel good, make you feel relaxed, generally items that make you happy. Add levels(Books work great for this) as displays become more visually appealing when there are layers, and textures. Coordinating colors will look best so try not to be too random. Using a tray as a base for your display is a great way to keep your items grouped together and it can easily be moved if need be. A tray vignette is a great way to incorporate holiday and theme decorations as you can see below.

St. Patricks Day display, coping with Arthritis pain with items that make you happy. Valentines Day Display, coping with Arthritis pain with items that make you happy.Easter Display, art, decor, Easter Eggs, paintingThis is my current display:

Summer Art Decor, JRA, ArthritisYou can see that by swapping a few items, adding theme decor, fake or real flowers(or both), you can have a great little display that only takes minutes to swap out. Camera makes me happy. Birds make me happy. Flowers make me happy. Painting makes me happy. 

Please note: most items shown are garage sale/goodwill finds; camera, green bird, wooden heart, rose picture frame. All florals unless real, are from Michael’s, including that cute lavender.  It’s a great pace to find home decor too. So if you need that perfect but small floral, check out Michael’s!

Find what makes you happy and go forth to create your “Happy Place” display!

Danea, JRA, Living with Arthritis RA, Rheumatoid

I Heart You With My Crippled Hands

When your hands are as crippled as mine you have two choices, hide in shame or put on a smile, and run with it.

Sometimes, all you can do is laugh… even at yourself.

Odin, my child who struggles in group social situations(anxieties), was mad about going to school today. It’s playfort and water day, which means being social with other kids. “We’re not even learning anything, it’s pointless.” he quipped in disgust. I get it, and he’s not wrong, but I still made him go on the one day of school most kids dream of. For the rest of the time getting ready, he refused to smile, even when I plastered his face with kisses.

I was holding my ridiculously deformed hands in the shape of a, well let’s say, I was going for “heart”: “Look Odie, I HEART you!” He glanced over unimpressed. “I heart you Odie, look. Odie look, I heaaaaaaart you! See man, I heart you, Odin!” He refused to look up again, probably afraid he might actually break a smile. “The beauty of this heart, reflects my love for you, because I heart you, man.”

Asa, walking past: “Looks more like a turd, than a heart.”

Me: “Look Odin, I POOPY heart you. It might be stinky, but it’s still love.” He pulled up the collar of his jacket to cover his grin as I followed him out of the house. Odin’s friend had just arrived to walk to school. Never one to waste an opportunity to try an embarrass my child, I yelled one more time… “It might look like poop, Odin, but I promise, I HEART YOU!”

My Tiny Crippled Hands

Fun Fact: My left pinky finger is much shorter than my right because my hand surgeon actually forgot to fuse the middle joint during one of my major hand surgeries of multiple joints.
It was another 2 years before the next surgery on that hand . This left the joint totally corroded, bone on bone. To fuse the bones together meant cleaning up the area which greatly shortened them, thus, this teeny little weird-ass looking finger!