


| Most mornings now, Jo Beth's fingers were swollen like puffy sausages. She could close them only part-way, and couldn't hold anything. Most days, they moved in little jerks and pops, and ached terribly. Other times, though, it simply felt like the air resisted her. Then, it was kinda fun squeezing the invisible force--Like when you push same-pole magnets together! Sometimes, Jo Beth's middle finger would lock closed, and she couldn't force it open. (She became a more polite driver.) Usually, after a couple of hours, and a very hot shower, her hands were much better. Jo Beth didn't think much about any of this, because the same things had happened to her mom. The day Jo Beth had trouble holding the steering wheel, though, she decided to see a doctor. She made an appointment with a rheumatologist at the famous Cedars Sinai. |
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