I've done a lot of exercise in the past to help hold and keep my shoulders and knees in place. Basically involved a lot of weight work in 3 stage intervals to help build muscle around the joints to help hold stuff in place. Guy who worked with me on the training plan had no kneecaps at all thanks to a degenerative disorder and injuries from sports, yet he was fit as fuck! My doc thinks I have the vascular version on ED as well given how my veins move around so easily under the skin and (until recently) getting blood taken usually resulted in under skin bleeding and big ass bruises. I nearly cry remembering how much weight I used to be able to lift (was up to 90kg leg press and was near ready to go up to 100kg, I had dem thick, solid thighs and could help heft our big dog's butt into my car and she was a good 60kg and had arthritis so struggled to get her back end in) and how long I could walk (4km round trips easy), brain switched off listening to music and backpack full of 10kg of groceries and have hardly any issues aside from a bit of a back or knee ache. I've always had pain issues that I used to just take in my stride cause I had no other option but to knuckle down and deal. Can't do that any more. Can barely lift and carry my FIL's solid little chihuahua mix Ruby when I was house/dog sitting for them last year (that was incredibly embarrassing). One of my biggest barrier to getting back into my old exercise habits atm is the severe chronic fatigue. It's so bad I've been advised not to drive in case I have an episode. My episodes can come on with no warning and I go from fully awake and coherent, to nearly falling over, even seated, struggle to follow a spoken sentence and generally can't focus on anything. Hubby says I'm like talking to an extremely high stoner with how mentally slow I get and him having to repeat himself a fair bit. Seeing a top of their field rheumatologist, with a specialty in immunology in November after Blizzcon, so hopefully get to have the high of Blizzcon added to with some answers on what else is going on with me. When I see fatties blubbering about their tiredness and pains I want to screech in their face "YOU DID THAT YOURSELF YOU FAT SAKE OF SHIT! You did this all to yourself and ruined your own body cause   1ffa  you can't leave the cake alone! Learn to keep your fat mitts out of the donuts box and away from your gob and loose the fucking weight!"