What makes me sad about the lack of card catalogs is how much you miss. When you slip one of those narrow drawers out and flip through the cards in search of one book, you're introduced to a hundred others.

Indeed. So many happy times at the library, browsing.

Lupus is a form of or relative to arthritis, isn't it?

They're both autoimmune issues.

Lupus is a form of or relative to arthritis, isn't it?

Yep, all part of the autoimmune disease family. (I was briefly misdiagnosed with juvenile rheumatoid arthritis before my bloodwork came back and spelled out LUPUS in big flashing neon double-stranded DNA.)

and a lot of her systemic involvement is GI

Oof, that's no fun at all. I'm lucky in that my symptoms were always purely joint-related.

Indeed. So many happy times at the library, browsing.

I think it could be even more fun if you played at card catalog browse at home and turned half of it into a wine rack. Pinot Grigio and pterodactyls!

Lupus is a form of or relative to arthritis, isn't it?

It's an auto-immune disease that works sort of like the opposite of AIDS. Rather than leaving your body open to infection, lupus attacks healthy tissue mistakenly. Your immune system works too well. (At least this is always the way it was explained to me.)

There are different kinds (systemic, discoid, etc.) but there is usually a lot of joint and muscle involvement.

My little niece who is being treated for juvenile arthritis is on Prednisone for six months.

Oh man, the poor little thing. You don't hear much about that, or at least I haven't, but I remember you being worried about why she was lethargic and weak a while ago.

Your immune works too well.

Between the lupus and the allergies, my immune system is just plain paranoid. It's like one of those annoying tiny dogs that bark at leaves and bits of string.

Puppycat was dosing on my old body pillow that I doubled and have right in front of the heater vent so she can be the heat ho she is and also look out the window. Sound asleep. And then twisting and jumping backwards with all of her fur sproinging. For no reason whatsoever.

I think she just channeled Jessica's immune system.

Between the lupus and the allergies, my immune system is just plain paranoid. It's like one of those annoying tiny dogs that bark at leaves and bits of string.

snerk. I think mine is similar -- allergies plus juvenile arthritis (which has thankfully been in remission for a few years, but the remission allowed my doctors to figure out that, hey, there are other freaky things about my joints!)

My work sitch may be in flux and I need to move out of here for sanity purposes. But I don't have that much in savings and the rent is cheap. But my landlord makes me want to use my knife in murderous rage ways.

ISM, I broke my santoku knife. At least it was from smashing garlic violently and not on her.

My dear son, at Christmas, received a remote control thing that was supposed to work on both the road and in the air. Turned out to be a POS. CJ and DH returned it for a remote control airplane.

Today was the first day that they tried to put it together to fly. The airplane had been used and was missing pieces. They returned it today for a different plane. I'm afraid to ask if they checked the pieces before leaving the store.

Of course, now the darn thing needs to be charged before they can fly it, so it won't happen today.