at first diagnosis I would have said nothing. But there was a blessing in all that I went through, woodcarving.

Before RSD I couldn't carve a twig out of a twig, and look at me now-- woodcarving horses and elephants and giraffes. Maybe I would have figured out I had a knack for carving wood, but I was 37 at the time and didn't know I could do it. Docs told me to find a way to use my hand all day, or face the atrophying muscles and possibly lose the use of it al together.

Rsd gave me art--woodcarving.

Check out my website if you haven't already and see my horses and other carvings. Url at the bottom of my post.

So, I consider the monster of rsd to have fluffy pastel fur and a mischeivous grin.