This picture doesn't mean anything, I just like it! It's a graveyard at night. Very moody.

So I went to my doctor's today. This man KNOWS me. "I'm feeling fine, the RA is very well controlled."

With a blank expression, he said, "Let's have a look."

I sign and climb up on the table. He tries to flex my knee and hip. "Your knee is tight."

"I think I was just shifting my weight." Seriously, I said this. I mean I was shifting my weight, but it was because my knee wouldn't bend all the way.

He gave me THE LOOK. "This kind of resistance is typical for people who have arthritis."

I gave in. "Okay, fine. My knee was bothering me yesterday. I think I over did on Monday with walking and going to the gym. But I didn't walk or go to the gym yesterday. It's better today so I went ahead and walked this morning."

SMIRK. "Stay on the meds. Don't try to lower the dosages."

He totally knew what I was going for! Dang.

Then we had a conversation about my elbow which cracked me up. I told him that my husband talked me into painting the house ourselves. Actually my husband wants to paint it HIMSELF but I can't let him do that. So I asked if I should do another cortisone shot in my elbow so I can paint. He said, "Yes, but do it about three days before you start painting. Then wear your brace and..." STERN LOOK "..."pace yourself. You should be able to paint just fine." Then my oh-so-serious-doctor added, "Then you can tell your husband you helped him and ask him what he's going to do for you."

I laughed, then confessed that he does stuff for me all the time so I am just happy to help.

He shook his had sadly. Clearly I was missing a golden opportunity.