Every July monsoon season blows into Phoenix. The weather is mostly high winds, dark clouds, thunder, and lightning. A haboob might form because it is the desert (desert=dirt) after all. The city usually just gets a threat of rain, but occasionally it will down pour. The rain is great. If you are a dry desert, going through a drought, then you really need the water. However, the rain is not so great if you are a RA patient.
Thanks to all the monsoon rain Phoenix has received, I've had inflamed joints. And really poofy, wavy hair. The hair is easy to deal with; just wrap it into a bun or ponytail. The inflamed joints are a little more of a pain to deal with. Okay, it is pain. I have re-acquainted myself with the Ibuprofen bottle. I've seen it more often than I've seen my own mom (she does live in the same city) this summer. Although the Ibuprofen helps with the pain and the inflammation, I also feel so worn down.
Mornings are so hard-- I just want to lay in bed the whole morning. Eventually, I do get out of bed (before noon!), but I move so slooooow. I'm achy and fatigued. And the days I have to do daycare drop off... ugh. I really don't like doing daycare drop off right now. Since I move like an 85 year old granny in the mornings, I can't get Jack to daycare before 9 am. Even if we're up really early-- I'll just use that extra time to be more sloth-y (picture the sloth, Flash, from Zootopia; that's me in the mornings). Jack always misses morning snack on the days I have drop off.
Because I take so long getting us ready, Jack thinks he's staying home with me. It's really hard to convince him to go to daycare. Getting him to daycare and then saying good-bye at daycare involves a bunch of tears (insert joke about how Jack cries too). I feel riddled with guilt during this drop off ritual, and say to myself, "why didn't I just keep him home?" Oh yeah, it's because I would need the whole bottle of Ibuprofen to take care of Jack if he stayed home with me (not a whole bottle, but you get the point). In fact, Jack offered me medicine the other morning when I finally stumbled out of bed. It was very considerate and compassionate of him (yay for toddlers learning empathy), but also a little heart-breaking for me. I don't want to be the broken mommy.
Thankfully, I do live in a desert, and it will be dry again before I can figure out how to tame my frizzy hair. Dryness is good for people with joint problems. I'll be up and at 'em, like an old pug, before too long (that's better than a sloth, right?). I won't be so broken. Jack and I can spend all day playing together, and whatever else non-arthritic parents do. If only the dry season could happen a little sooner (thanks nature! I'd appreciate it!)...
I can't image living in a coastal city. I'd probably never leave my bed. How do RA patients in coastal places handle humidity and moisture that is all the time? They probably own stock in Ibuprofen companies (and maybe this is why places like Seattle are legalizing marijuana? So there's alternatives to Ibuprofen when rain cause joint inflammation?). So in summary, rain great for the desert, but bad for my joints. I want to wish everyone fair health and long-life this monsoon season! May you not have to take Ibuprofen for the next couple of month!