So I am a slacker blogger as of late…I am sorry! I got back from Cali and got super sick- a cold turned sinus infection turned bronchitis. Two rounds of antibiotics later and I’m slowly on the mend.
Isn’t being sick on immuno-suppressant medication SO. MUCH. FUN? Not only can my body turn a piddly little cold into not one BUT TWO other illnesses but then the cold and two other illnesses decide to grab beers, play trivia, get more beers, play some darts, do some shots, hit the dance floor and just in general take their sweet time in leaving me.
Geez, Walk of shame it away already!
Anyways, I’m in the midst of regrouping, refocusing on the diet and starting in on the next plan.
Funny story before I tell you the plan. I was cleaning and organizing my hall closet the other night. I went to get something out of the other closet and when my socked feet hit the hardwood floors, I fell hard. I was not close enough to grab on to anything except that I was close enough to the ottoman that I drug my nose down the side of it the whole way down.
After assessing that my nose was NOT bleeding and that I did not have visible ottoman burn, I slowly sat up and examined my hip, knees, and hands. I was sore, yes, but nothing seemed wrong beyond that.
Falling with RA is always an issue. Falling for me, since I’ve been flaring constantly since April, has been a fear for months. A major fear. I just don’t feel as physically strong as I was a year ago. In fact, I haven’t felt this weak since I was initially diagnosed. I know I’ll get the strength back but until then, it’s just kinda scary.
So it happened and I did not die. Good to know!
So, back to the plan. I found out that I was NOT on the placebo in my study but was actually on Enbrel. A surprise, yes, because it did nothing for me. So I am now going to be starting Remicade which I’m terrified of. I will start most likely next Wednesday since I have most of the week off. I don’t really care if it makes me nauseous because I despise turkey so it will have no bearing on my Thursday plans. I know, I’m a sucky American.
Why am I terrified? I’m not afraid of needles. I think it’s just the thought of it. People only get infusions if they’re really sick. And I just don’t want to classify myself that way because when it’s under control, I’m fine.
So if I can fall which is something that can really seriously injure me and be fine, then certainly infusions can’t be that bad, right?