Despite Dr. House's immortal words, "It's never lupus;" sometimes it is. (Well, I am told those are his immortal words, I have never seen an episode. Don't worry people, its on my to-do list.) Although I am content to continue arguing that I don't have lupus, I must concede that there is something wrong and all the signs are screaming lupus.
Lupus, the catch-all auto-immune disease, seems like an easy out. I wanted something cooler, that just required a mere adjustment and life would be back to normal. Not so much. So today, I embrace my diagnosis and set off to chronicle life as a functional cripple with a few obstacles (cerebral palsy, lupus, depression) but a host of wonderful things going for me.
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