Tag Archives: Rheumatoid Disease

Single-tasking

Without Prednisone for over a month now, my hands feel a little plumper. That sounds better than a little swollen, doesn’t it?

And a little stiffer. They look the same, but they don’t feel the same. And they don’t act the same. The Prednisone made them more limber, yet I still had some trouble with the digital multitasking of yore.

Today, my hands work better performing one gripping task at a time. Hold a pen, or hold the phone, or hold the notepad, or hold the remote, or hold a glass. If I try to manage several items at once, one invariably hits the floor.

My heart stops when it’s my phone that crashes on the tile. How can anything be so expensive? But in the grand scheme of things, it’s a small price to pay in exchange for pouring less medication into my system on a daily basis.

I wasn’t content to nix only one med, though. I told my rheumy I also wanted to wean down on the Methotrexate and he asked me a funny question.

“Can you afford it?”

I noticed the sudden perplexed look from the medical student shadowing him that day. One doesn’t consider paying for less medication as something one cannot afford. But I knew exactly where he was coming from and I didn’t hesitate.

“Yes,” I said.

“Because when I’m stable, I have to leave things unchanged,” he said.

He, unlike me, has to show up to work at his office every day. He cannot afford a flare.

But I can. My office is at the other end of the house. I don’t even have to get out of my jammies to show up at my desk.

I don’t want a flare, but I’m willing to take the chance. So I’ve been counting out nine tabs, instead of ten.

If worse comes to worse, I’ll go back to ten tabs a week. If a flare comes calling, I’ll chase it away with a Prednisone hit. After all, we’re not divorced, only separated.

 

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Crook of a Crooked Finger, Redux

I am humbled by my end-of-year WordPress report. Apparently this little blog gets around. Way more than I do. It makes me feel a little guilty for leaving it on autopilot sometimes.

And it seems that for some reason many readers like this post a lot.

I myself like the photograph I attached to it.

March 12, 2012

 

I’m not sure why I do. Maybe because it’s proof I beat RA back, and my finger recovered. Maybe it’s because that’s what this blog, and part of my life, is about. Beating Rheumatoid Arthritis. Over and over again.

I say “part of my life” because I refuse to let RA encompass all of my life, my every waking moment. Sure it forces itself to center stage time and again, but I work to bring that curtain down ASAP. This particular show is not entitled to go on with impunity.

And I say “beating” because it’s an ongoing, never-ending conscious battle. I don’t mean to say that it rears its ugly head every single day, that it forces limitations on me every day. It did once, but I beat it back.

I am very lucky in that way. Very, very lucky, in many, many ways. And as long as my heart is beating, I will write about beating RA.

This doesn’t really qualify as a “new” resolution for this coming year. And I won’t bore you with any resolutions I might have made. I know there is only one that I will adhere to and that is: write, write, write.

Thank you dear Readers. I wish everyone the best of health for this and all the years to come.

Feliz Año Nuevo!