Several times I've repeated myself, like some sort of demented parrot, to friends and family members a like. My new mantra seems to be 'It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't.'
No, I'm not being lazy. No, I'm not having a holiday in my room and laying around for the sheer fun of it. No, I'm not sleeping through out the day because, why not?
There is nothing more I would love than being able to run around and do all the things I could do even a few years ago without a care in the world. Sadly, that privilege has been taken from me with my PsA. Being trapped in my home because I can't deal with pain or exhaustion is not my idea of fun.
So having to explain myself time and time again to a family member that no, I'm not refusing your invitation to do a thing because I want to sleep my life away right now, it's because my energy levels are so low and my joints so sore that the idea of having to do the thing is wearing me down already.
It's nothing against the person and yet they take it so personally? My illness is not my one way ticket out of anything I don't want to do. I desperately want to be able to do these things and not collapse like a wounded deer at the end of it all.
I wish people would stop for a second and realise that even though I don't look sick. I am.
I really am.