Monday, 6 September 2010
Last week a DJ saved my life
So as part of my campaign to do as much as I can whilst I am currently on a good (almost pain free) run, I jumped at the chance to join a group of friends of mine on a five day trip to the party capital of the world, Ibiza. Some of you may think I am crazy to be taking part in such a trip but I know my limits and capabilities and was determined to not miss out on yet another fun filled week.
It’s fair to say the week wasn’t without its disease related downers. I experienced fat leg syndrome (where my whole left leg swelled to the size of Brazil), sore feet and ankles (dancing the night away can have this affect on arthritis sufferers) and I have returned home with a stinking cold and exhaustion. But, hey, I’m not dead right? I survived the trip in one piece, proving those of us with arthritis CAN have a good time and CAN get down with the best of them. Five days of little sleep and lots of dancing really has taken its toll on me, but I would do it all over again. It was so important for me not to miss out. I get sick of not being able to do things. So what if I have to sleep for a week to recover? It is all worth it when I remember being stood on the dance floor in the middle of super club Amnesia, looking around at everyone, thinking I am just like you. (Well maybe a bit more sober than you, but near enough).