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Three, Tres, Trois!!!

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Something curious has happened to me lately and I’ve been a little nervous to mention it for fear of jinxing myself.  Several months ago, when my health insurance was cancelled by my douchy ex-employer and I had to put myself on a craptastic emergency policy that covered only $100 per month in prescription medication, I made a decision to cut some dosages in half or more so that I could make it until my new insurance with my new job picked up.  You may have noticed in my meds tab that as of April 09 I was taking:

-1 Humira injection/week

-6 methotrexate/ week

-6 sulfazine/day

-4 Aleve/day

-Prednisone prn

Well, to make a long story short, I have been taking the following for the past month and a half:

-3 sulfazine/day

-1 Humira injection/ bi-weeekly

AND I HAVEN’T HAD ANY PROBLEMS.  In fact, my joints just may feel a tiny bit better right now.  Now, this was a decision made out of necessity rather than a consultation with my dr, although I did tell my dr I wouldn’t take the mtx anymore because it tore up my stomach so bad.  The Aleve was cut because I ran out and didn’t have time to go buy more.  When I did finally get more, I realized that I hadn’t taken it in a week.

I CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I ONLY TOOK 3 PILLS A DAY!!!!  

I do realize that this could change on RA’s whim but for right now, I’m really excited.

Feeling good…I think

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I’m afraid to say definitely because the past few months have been like being on a roller coaster with a stomach full of candy apples, corn dogs, and blue slushy.  Blllleeeeecccchhh.  Don’t you appreciate my visuals?

I like my job.  It’s nice to have a job where I don’t have to manage anyone, have measurable goals that don’t change by the hour, and don’t wonder on my drive in if I’m going to get there to find the doors chained shut. 

I love my condo.  It’s in an old neighborhood- very Gone With The Wind esque with gigantic gracious trees, old massive houses, and (what I’m most excited about) A PARK that I can walk to in less than 5 minutes that has free outdoor concerts several nights a week.  I do not love having to fit a 3 bedroom house into a 2 bedroom condo.  But I do love the $500 I’ve made on Craigslist in the past 2 weeks.

My RA is doing better.  I’ve spent the past few months feeling like I was getting ready to flare and then nothing would come of it.  And then feeling like I was getting ready to flare and then nothing would come of it.  Rinse and repeat. I still feel a little bit of it but not as badl.  I live next door to a friend from college who has celiac disease and she’s teaching me about gluten free diets.  I’m thinking about giving it a whirl but probably won’t.  This girl loves her carbs!  My friend is also super into yoga and I’m probably going to try that, if I can find a class that isn’t competitive.  The last class I went to felt that way so that’s why I haven’t gone back.

 I’m a little worried because my new health insurance doesn’t kick in until Sept 1st and I have exactly enough Humira to get through as long as I stick to bi-weekly.  Knock on wood please!

All in all, off to a good start.  I think.

When life gives you lemons…

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You make lemonade.

When life gives you shit, make nothing.

So, that’s what I’ve been doing these last couple of weeks.  Making nothing.  This will hopefully be resolved in the next couple of days though at which point, I will give you a complete update.

Until then, fingers crossed, knocking on wood!!!

Stressed

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Last night, I headed out to the gym after dinner and found myself instead stopping at the liquor store, getting a bottle of wine, saying screw the gym, and heading back home.  Things are very shaky at work right now; we’re all being made to take a half day of unpaid PER WEEK and rumor has it that they are considering cutting our health insurance.  I will not say much more on this for fear of being dooced but I just don’t know what to do.  Having health insurance cut doesn’t mean as much to some people as it does to me.  My Humira, which I had to battle to get covered, is $4000/month without insurance.  It might as well be $1,000,000; that is as attainable as $4,000 is for medication.  Plus, when I’m stressed, I hurt all over.  So, I don’t have much more to say right now.  I’m just going to sit here on the couch, watch the Wake vs Dook game, and continue to console myself with my good and faithful friend Kendall Jackson.