When you have spondyloarthropathy – as I have since 13 – you learn what your limits are pretty quickly. But at the same rate, you learn your mistakes pretty quickly too.
For me, a gentle reminder came up on Saturday at a wedding I attended. I am not much for dancing – the aftermath is never quite worth the experience of looking foolish to begin with – but for some reason I opted to tear it up a little. Emphasis on the word tear.
Today – 3 days after the wedding – I’m still feeling it in my ankle, which, for no good reason, just wasn’t up to the task.
It still hurts. A lot. But I guess it could be worse: at least the tux fit well. Halleluja.