At the beginning of my 29th year, my immune system, in an act of undoubted overachievement, decided to produce too much of a good thing. Suddenly, I found myself dealing with a diagnosis of rheumatoid arthritis, dates with a million doctors, chronic pain, and a lot of fear and questions (including, will I ever get to wear heels again?), all the while trying to keep up with my busy life in New York City as a single female working in the non-profit arts. I am also the author of a blog: Click here to visit The Single Gal's Guide to Rheumatoid Arthritis.