This post found over at Sjoggie StAHMer is simply too good not to re-post here. (With Blogger Mamma's permission, of course). It's entitled "12 Days of Sjogren's". *thunderous applause* Bravo! Bravo!!
I have been SO excited for Thanksgiving this year!!! Not for the turkey, pies, or family time. Though they were all fabulous!! I have been excited because I knew that as soon as Thanksgiving was over that I could reasonably start celebrating Christmas without seeming like a certifiable quack!
Guess what..... I had a fantastic day with family and friends yesterday but Thanksgiving is OVER!
*Maniacal laughter ensues*
So in honor of my first day of celebrating Christmas I have written a song. Most will be familiar with the tune of The 12 Days of Christmas. Enjoy!
On the first day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
A stiff and arthritic knee.
On the second day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.
On the third day of Christmas m Sjogren's gave to me....
A visit to my doctor's
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.
On the fourth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.
On the fifth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me...
Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.
On the sixth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Painful achy joints
Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.
On the seventh day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
A desert like mouth
Painful achy joints
Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's
Two cracking ankles
And a stiff and arthritic knee.
On the eighth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Eight pills to pop.
A desert like mouth.
Painful achy joints.
Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's.
Two cracking ankles.
And a stiff and arthritic knee.
On the ninth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
A mystery diagnosis.
Eight pills to pop.
A desert like mouth.
Painful achy joints.
Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's.
Two cracking ankles.
And a stiff and arthritic knee.
On the tenth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Ten swelling fingers.
A mystery diagnosis.
Eight pills to pop.
A desert like mouth.
Painful achy joints.
Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's.
Two cracking ankles.
And a stiff and arthritic knee.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Blankets for my chills.
Ten swelling fingers.
A mystery diagnosis.
Eight pills to pop.
A desert like mouth.
Painful achy joints.
Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's.
Two cracking ankles.
And a stiff and arthritic knee.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my Sjogren's gave to me....
Fellow Sjogren's Bloggers.
Blankets for my chills.
Ten swelling fingers.
A mystery diagnosis.
Eight pills to pop.
A desert like mouth.
Painful achy joints.
Insomnia!
Itchy dry eyes.
A visit to my doctor's.
Two cracking ankles.
And a stiff and arthritic knee.
3 comments:
I'm laughing so hard, I'm wheezing, but at the same time, everything she's saying is so true. How pathetic is that?
Loved it. Maybe I'll print it out and put it up on the fridge.
so cool - love the humor LOLThanks for sharing!
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