Hi everyone, I've had RA for almost 20 years. My kids were young so I just plowed through. They are grown now and some of my friends are starting to have aches and pains, minor really insignificant pains, something you'd expect at our age 60's not life altering chronic pain. I find it infuriating the way they complain to me. I never complained nor did anyone want to hear it. There were SO many things I couldn't do, like sitting at my sons football games, being involved in the neighborhood or PTA such things. I could only do as much as I could do get through each day, no empathy or even a casserole from these friends who now whine endlessly. Now 20 years later, as we are aging I'm supposed to feel sorry for you because you can't so skiing, then swimming, then shopping, then to a play, then pump gas, then do housework? All in one day, poor baby. My attitude is worrisome because I would think that being through as much as I have been and suffering in silence I would be empathetic but I'm reacting, inside, opposite....I want to say, complain to someone else who has a paper cut.