My joint of the day today was my wrists. I had a lidoderm patch in my desk. It’s a patch that contains lidocaine which is a numbing agent. I cut the patches into long wide strips and wraped them around my wrists. It looked strange but they helped me get thru the morning.
At lunch time I headed over to the cafeteria. I went to the sandwich station an waited in line. I noticed a doctor looking directly at me. Hmm, do I know her? I looked again. She was still watching me. Weird. Maybe because I have purple hair. I looked a third time. She gave me a sad little nod.
Huh? I read her badge. It said Psychiatrist . Then I looked at my hands resting up on the glass. And of course my wrists, all wrapped in this thick white fabric material.
Shit.
humor, rheumatoid arthritis, Short Story
IT’s NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE
