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I had my first hardcore arthritis flare yesterday. It came on out of nowhere. I was at work, started to get a bad headache, and before I knew it, I couldn't even hold a pen. I left work in tears because the pain was so bad and had Matt drive me to a doctor at the local community health center.
I really lucked out there. I can't see a rheumatologist because my insurance has an eighteen month pre-existing condition clause. This doctor said he can't treat the disease, but he'd be more than happy to make up some other diagnosis and treat the pain until my insurance will pay for treatment.
I'm on a huge, HUGE dose of prednisone for the next two weeks, which I can already feel making me insane, and I have 60 percocet at my disposal.
By the time I got home from the doctor, the inflammation had already spread to my knees, ankles and toes and Matt had to help me walk. I also now have arthritis in my elbows. :(
My hands are so fucking gnarly looking. I can't wear my wedding rings because they're so swollen and they just look so twisted and misshapen right now.
I took today off from work, and I'm a little scared about going in tomorrow. A methadone clinic just isn't the right environment for someone who becomes mildly psychotic on steroids. I already told my boss to watch out. I'll probably need her to take care of a few of the patients for me because they push my buttons on the best of days.
I'm still in a lot of pain even with the percocet, but I don't want to take two at a time because I'm not a huge fan of the way it makes me feel. We'll see.
It's kind of scary knowing I have a disease that can just incapacitate me at the drop of a dime.
I know this is incoherent, whatev.
I really lucked out there. I can't see a rheumatologist because my insurance has an eighteen month pre-existing condition clause. This doctor said he can't treat the disease, but he'd be more than happy to make up some other diagnosis and treat the pain until my insurance will pay for treatment.
I'm on a huge, HUGE dose of prednisone for the next two weeks, which I can already feel making me insane, and I have 60 percocet at my disposal.
By the time I got home from the doctor, the inflammation had already spread to my knees, ankles and toes and Matt had to help me walk. I also now have arthritis in my elbows. :(
My hands are so fucking gnarly looking. I can't wear my wedding rings because they're so swollen and they just look so twisted and misshapen right now.
I took today off from work, and I'm a little scared about going in tomorrow. A methadone clinic just isn't the right environment for someone who becomes mildly psychotic on steroids. I already told my boss to watch out. I'll probably need her to take care of a few of the patients for me because they push my buttons on the best of days.
I'm still in a lot of pain even with the percocet, but I don't want to take two at a time because I'm not a huge fan of the way it makes me feel. We'll see.
It's kind of scary knowing I have a disease that can just incapacitate me at the drop of a dime.
I know this is incoherent, whatev.