Before rheumatoid arthritis became my constant companion, I wasn’t concerned with limitations. Never considered that I had any at all. Until one day I did.
Traveling with R.A. becomes more challenging each time. And there is no certainty to how I feel, what I can (or can’t) include in my itinerary, or how much energy I require to push through the discomfort and pain. And functioning with chronic pain demands a constant supply of energy.
When I arrived in Costa Rica, I was exhausted. Early in the day is the best time for me to fly, so I took the 7 AM flight. Still, the travel time required for such a simple flight took a toll. Upon my arrival in San Jose, I longed for someone to say “You’ve done well, You can return home right now.” But I pressed on.
My first two days of vacation were spent in a state of exhaustion. I visited museums, walked around the city, and had a delicious meal. The food is so fresh! (A story for another time.) I’m not sure I ever recovered from the initial exhaustion. I think I became numb.
And then – the numbness left. The pain and stiffness began. The feeling of exhaustion remained. But Costa Rica is such a beautiful country, I pressed on. I walked, I rode buses, I took taxis, I walked again. Walls became a means of physical support for me, especially where stairs appeared.
I pressed on. This was a journey I waited three years to begin and I wasn’t planning on stopping. As long as I could move, my adventure would continue. And what an adventure it was! I walked further than I ever could imagine I would. Not certain how, but quite a few days my pedometer measured 6 or 7 miles per day.
I hiked up to a volcano, toured a coffee plantation, walked through well manicured trails to waterfalls, and walked through museums and organic markets.
It was worth the struggle. The memories and the photos tell the story of my trip. The pain and the struggle are now distant.