The summer of my freshman year was the worst because I became very weak. I couldn’t even walk up the stairs, hold a gallon of milk, and raise my hands over my head to wash my hair. My mom finally took me to the doctor after suffering for at least a month. She thought I was always a baby, and I had to go to the doctor for everything. The doctors were testing my blood for everything. They couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me so they sent me to a specialist in the cities. The specialist soon figured out that I had Rheumatoid Arthritis. After taking pills for about two years I finally grew out of it.
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