I bet that caught your attention. No, not that kind of date. I will forever remain coy on that subject when it comes to the trusty old Internet.
But, I did have an all day date Saturday….with my immune system. Actually, it was a three way date- I brought my joints along too.
Why? Because I need my immune system to start putting out. Or rather, if you want to get technical about it, stop putting out. Or maybe it just needs to put out correctly?!? Yes, that’s it. I need to be in an exclusive relationship with my frigging immune system. Right now, I feel like it’s whoring itself out all around town. So I don’t think that’s too much to ask. Keep it in your pants, immune system. GEEZ.
After sleeping in late, “we” got up and enjoyed my new specialty. An egg white frittata with spinach, tomatoes, and feta cheese. I was psyched- I’m trying to learn how to cook and I made it all by myself. And people liked it. AND NOBODY DIED. Ok, so just me but still, it’s a start.
Then “we” went to get a massage. I have a funny story for you here, which actually served as inspiration for calling this day of relaxation a “date.” I’ve been going to the same place since July- generally going 3 times a month. It is glorious. So when I called to schedule my appointment, a new girl answered. I asked for Saturday morning with the same person I always go to and said my name. The appointment was confirmed and that was (I thought ) the end of the story. Until I get there Saturday morning. The same new girl checked me in and handed me the clipboard of paperwork for new patients. I looked at her, confused, and said “I’ve been going here for months- do I need to do new paperwork?” She looked at me and said “No, that’s for (my last name). I don’t think he’s been here before.” It took a second for it to sink in what had happened. I started to say “who the heck is….” when it hit me and I laughed so hard that I couldn’t breath. Folks, she somehow took my first name and last name and booked me a couples massage based off of that.
So, the massage was fantastic (as usual) and next “we” went to the gym. I showed the joints and the immune system who’s boss by doing 20 minutes of elliptical and then treated them to 15 minutes in the hot tub and 10 minutes in the steam room. (May I add in here what an experience my gym is- a guy I know calls the men’s locker room at the same gym “the gauntlet” which I never understood until recently. The reason he calls it the gauntlet holds true in the ladies locker room- everybody walks around naked. And not just “I’m changing my clothes and had nothing on for a split second” but full fledged strutting in birthday suits. WEIRD.) A fruit smoothie later (they called it organic with immune boosting additives but I’m doubtful) and “we” head back to my place to shower and clean up.
Originally the plan was to end the date here because I had other plans with other folks but “we” were having so much fun that “we” decided to party well into the night together. Ok, so my plans got shot to heck and I ended up curling up on the couch and watching movies.
It was lovely.
In other news, I finally got in with the rheumatologist. I’m kinda frustrated. Instead of presenting new options like I’d asked for , he increased dosages of methotrexate and Humira and told me to discontinue sulfasalazine. I go back in 3 weeks for an injection into the joint as well as a joint aspiration if this doesn’t help. Can you feel my excitement??? In the confusing-shocking but only to me-not sure what to think of this news, my bloodwork came back (drumroll please) negative for RF. Hmmmmm. I’ve always been positive. So I’m not sure what to think about being negative. While I can find all sorts of articles explaining patients going from seronegative to seropositive, I cannot find anything on the reverse. Which makes me feel like a freak of nature, yet again. He shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Actually, his exact words were “You still have it- your CCP is elevated and you have symptoms.” But still….anyone else experience this?