diagnosis and beyond

I was diagnosed back about 12 years ago, I honestly felt like my life was great. The kids and I had moved into a new house not far from the beach.I was happy in my life and felt like I was doing the right thing for myself, the kids were old enough to get up  and make their own breakfasts or food in general. They went to stay with their dad every second weekend, So I would go out with my friends and dance. We did this one night went out dancing and got home in the early hours of the morning. Waking up the next morning I noticed my feet hurting, like i had marbles up the soles of my feet. I thought maybe it was the shoes I had worn the night before, I seemed to be taking so much longer to recover from one night out. When the kids cane home on the Sunday it was an early night for us all. Same thing happen the next morning my feet hurt again like i had marbles under them, I got up jumped in the shower and took the kids to school. When I got home I felt exhausted, I couldnt work this out. I sat one the couch and the next thing I opened my eyes and it was nearly time to pick the kids up. I thought to myself I really must be coming down with something cause I was so exhausted. I finally got a job as a nurse assistant at the private hospital up the road. I went in for the orientation and lifting lecture. My feet were hurting so bad I would take my foot out of my shoe and sit it on the cold floor for some relief. The next day I woke up and my forearms were very swollen and tender. I made an appointment to see my G.P for the Monday morning.