I have been suffering from rheumatoid arthritis for as long as I can remember. It’s a crippling and, at times, depressing condition that I wouldn’t wish on anybody. Sometimes I wonder if there was any action that I could or could not have taken earlier in my life that would have affected my condition, something I might have done that aggravated a genetic precondition I have, or something I could have done that would have stopped me from developing the condition at all.
But the fact is, I, like so many other people in the country, and indeed, the world, suffer from it on a daily basis. I have heard of many different treatments over the years, all supposed to be some kind of miracle cure. If I had tried everything that had been suggested to me, I wouldn’t be writing this now- I’d still be busy trying to finish the list! The times when I have got past my natural scepticism and given things a try have been relatively few and far between. I remember one particular incident when I was convinced by a close female friend of mine to try yoga. Now I’m not the kind to go out hugging trees and I generally don’t buy into any of this new age stuff, but I agreed to go along all the same. I felt a little out of place amongst people who seemed to have been doing it a long time, but I gave it a go. I have to say, I think if I had tried it a few years ago I think it could have been of tremendous benefit to me, but I found it painful and difficult, and suffice to say I did not go again.
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