haunting

Last night, we were walking from my office to a nearby restaurant when we were approached by an older man asking for cab fare. He explained that he had just been released from the nearby hospital. As I was digging around for cash, he showed us his hand, which was horribly deformed, and explained that it was as a result of rheumatoid arthritis. I have psoriatic arthritis, which is very similar, and it has been flaring a lot lately. I can’t properly medicate it right now because of cancer related issues. As I sit here this morning with two painful and swollen hands, I can’t stop thinking of that man.