Cortisone Injection: Take 2


Some of you may remember when I got a cortisone injection into my left pointer finger. If I am to play word association with “Left pointer finger cortisone injection,” the first thing that comes to mind is “PTSD, PTSD,PTSD, that was AWFUL.”

I will admit that I have had no problems with said pointer finger since that day that I try to block out.

When my doctor suggested that it was time to consider it for my left ankle, I think my stomach dropped out of my butt and I broke out in a cold sweat. I said I’d think about it…but inside, I was all HELLLLLLLL NOOOO.

You see, my ankles have never really bothered me RA wise. That is until roughly 3 years ago. I went to Target after work wearing foam bottomed flip flops, and slipped on unmarked standing water in the entry way in front of the service desk. I was lucky to be holding on to my cart; I wrenched my left ankle outward and landed on my right kneecap. Without the cart, I am pretty sure I would’ve smacked my head on the floor. My kneecap (knock on wood) gave me no problems after the bruise healed, but the left ankle just never healed completely.

Yes, I should’ve pursued it. Fail on my part.

Yes, the customer service geniuses at Target should’ve handled it better period. The handling I got? The kid looked at me and said oh so profoundly: did you fall? He actually asked me twice…I said yes and then went and hid in women’s seasonal apparel for a really quick ugly cry. It HURT.

Anyway, I digress.

Long story short: I didn’t pursue Target, I reinjured it twice after, and wound up having 3 inverse sprains in a 14 month period. True to RA, I started having some disease activity around the site of the injury. I’ve been working on rehabbing it and it has gotten much, much better. But it still wasn’t 100%.

The more I thought about the cortisone injection, the more it made sense. If I don’t get it to heal completely, surely it will cause issues with my knee and hip later on. I could tell I was walking funny to compensate for it. Are knee and hip problems at a later date really worth something that sucks for only a minute and costs a $40 copay?

When I said that out loud, I realized how dumb I would be to not do it.

So I called, made the appointment, and started the pep talk.

The day of the appointment, I decided the following things:

a) I am not allowed to just not show up and pay the no show fee. An attractive option, yes, but stupid.
b) I am not allowed to ugly cry, scream, and overall pitch a freaking fit. I am too old for such behavior.
c) I am allowed to produce a tear or two. Said tear or two must not be accompanied by any form of sound.

As I sat in the waiting room, I caught myself thinking “I’d so much rather have a pap smear today.”

They called me back and took me to the procedure room. The PA used the ultrasound machine to look at my ankle, take pictures, and put together the plan of attack. She took the time to let me watch the ultrasound and pointed out different features (even though they all looked the same to me.)

My rheumatologist joined us, and while reviewing the pictures/discussing where to go in, I apparently exhaled really loudly. They both looked at me and said “are we really stressing you out right now?”

Um yes. I just heard that a needle was going in the front of my foot all the way to the back underneath the leg bone. That is…stressful.

They had me lay down at that point.

My heart was racing as they cleaned the ultrasound goo off my foot. I made a few quick addendums to my list of things I am allowed to do:

a) scrap all things I’m not allowed to do
b) ugly crying is fine, noise if you must
c) just get through this
d) I can have Starbucks if I live

They sterilized my foot, sprayed it with the cold numbing spray, and told me they were going to do the Lidocaine injection. I tensed up, held my breath, and felt…a very small pinch. No burning, not really even any stinging. Just a pinch.


They applied sterile ultrasound goo so that they could see where they were injecting next.

With the ultrasound in place, my doctor said they were going to start with the injection. I starred at the ceiling and realized…if he hadn’t told me they were putting the needle in, I wouldn’t have known. I felt nothing. No pain, no pressure. I did feel a few tiny “puffs” as they injected the cortisone into the joint…but not the searing, unbearable pain of the pointer finger.

It was over in a matter of seconds.

They wiped my foot off, applied a Bandaid, and I was at Starbucks less than 15 minutes later.

As with my finger, it took several days for the full effect to be felt. It was a little puffy for a few days. It’s still a little stiff and sore BUT it’s sore in new places. I was worried about that at first, until I realized it was sore in the places I haven’t used in a long time because I was actually walking correctly.

I am really working on building up balance, range of motion and proprioception right now. I can balance for almost a minute on my left foot now whereas before I couldn’t even do 10 seconds. Range of motion is still a little tight but getting better. Being someone who wants everything done now, I was a little concerned at first that it wasn’t immediately better. But we all know that immediately getting full function back after a long term injury…isn’t realistic. I am slowly but surely seeing progress, and that is fine by me!

I may be changing my word association on cortisone injections…although I hope I never have one again!!



Oh my goodness. I have been busier than ever and just realized that I haven’t posted since February.


So, I will be trying to correct that in short order!

What have I been up to? Working, lots. Getting ready to move again, I’ll give more specifics in a month. Working out like a madwoman, because there is nothing else to do in this two star town.

What has been going on specific to RA? Honestly, NOT MUCH! Whoo!!! I had a cortisone injection in my ankle a few weeks ago, more on that later. Since then, I’ve started doing some new exercise routines that are easier with a non gimpy ankle. That’s also worth a blog post…or several.

Anything else? I’ve somehow turned into some sort of weird nutrition loving, cooking stranger. Seriously. Chopping vegetables is rather calming. Learning how to make gluten free/dairy free versions of things I love from scratch is a bit addictive. Again, another blog post or ten at the very least!

So yeah, I’ve got a ton of blogable material, but not nearly enough time!

Don’t give up on me just yet. I have some hurdles to cross off my to do list over the next few weeks and then I’m back!



I am mortified that I haven’t written a new post since November! I realized this a few weeks ago and immediately rushed to throw up a new post…but it dawned on me that I don’t want to just throw something up for the sake of doing it.

I could tell you about the family Thanksgiving where I had a few too many mimosas…

I could tell you about the Christmas party where I was psyched to wear a pretty dress…


I could tell you about the BEST NYE EVER where I got to see The Avett Bros from a private box with a ton of friends…


But I just told you about them and they have little to no substance with regards to my life with RA.

So I thought and thought and thought. Thought about my life right now, thought about the last year, thought about where I would like to go in the future.

What I keep coming back to is that my goal has always been to show you accurately how I live with RA and how I am still able to thrive in spite of it.

Are the aforementioned events above related to that goal? Of course! But do they really show how to overcome? Not particularly.

I want to make sure that I’m adding value without being a dry infomercial. So the first thing I came up with is that maybe I need to focus more on telling you about my health and fitness journey from the past year.

I recently posted this picture of me on Facebook.


I thought it was interesting to see what I had accomplished in spite of RA. I expected a few comments and a handful of likes. It wound up getting 6,000 views, over 100 likes, and 15 shares. What struck me though were the comments.

So in redirecting and refocusing myself, I’m starting there with a discussion of the picture, the work behind it, and the wide variety of reaction I got for posting it.

In trying to give you content to think and talk about, what would YOU like to see here?

LOL Gratitude Challenge


That’s what my friend and I call things that we start with every intention of following through on…and then we just don’t.

LOL give up red wine.

LOL clean my house.

LOL New Years Resolutions.

You get the picture. So yeah…LOL gratitude challenge. I think we can all agree that I’m grateful…so we’ll just move along now.

For me, it’s a mixed reaction when I can’t follow through on things. Things like making a decision to give up Starbucks for Lent only to wind up at Caribou…are amusing. I seriously could be a lawyer with how I allow myself out on technicalities. I find it fairly hilarious and amusing.

But what I don’t find hilarious or amusing is that sometimes I simply can’t follow through on more important things. Can’t follow through isn’t necessarily the most fair statement; more like terrified to commit out of fear of not being able to follow through.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m doing very well right now. Everything is very well controlled by medication and has been for some time. I feel…healthy. It’s a strange feeling and I don’t trust it yet.

Sad, right? But when you’ve had that carpet seriously yanked from under your feet once or twice, it’s a hard thing to trust.

I’m honestly not sure what I’m afraid of committing to right now either.

Is marathon running in my future? Not unless I can take a golf cart.

Will I be selling all my belongings and moving to do humanitarian work in a third world country? Doubtful. I won’t even touch door handles in public restrooms.

Skydiving? I do not understand why anyone would want to jump out of a perfectly good airplane.

But I’m kinda itching to push myself again. To commit to doing something a little out there, a little un-me, a little ‘take this RA and shove it.’ But also safe, clean, and not completely unattainable. Something to help me trust feeling good again.

I’m not quite sure what that will be yet. I’m open to suggestions.

No more LOL Gratitude Challenges.:)

The little things: Gratitude Challenge #6



I could probably write a month of posts detailing how grateful I am for this cat. Catember?

But for now, I’m grateful for the comfort her purrs provide. She runs to the door when I get home, motor going. She climbs on the couch or bed to cuddle, motor going. I wake up in the middle of the night, she’s right next to me purring.

If I’m sick or sad, she doesn’t leave my side nor does she stop purring.

I’m so grateful for my happy little beast!

Birthdays: Gratitude Challenge #5


And true to form, I’m a day behind. Which shouldn’t be surprising and which will be explained in today’s update very shortly.

Birthdays. Oh how they have changed since Facebook reminds all the people you haven’t seen since middle school to write on your wall. You feel special, yes, but at least for me, the fact that I can send you a birthday wish without actually pulling up your page and seeing what’s really going on in your life just seems crazy impersonal.

So I’m very grateful that last weekend, my entire family was able to be together in DC for my dad’s birthday. Spending time with the birthday guy or gal is so much more special!


Harvest: Gratitude Challenge #4


Harvest: the gathering of crops from fields. Reaping what you sow.

Hmmmm, this one is a little bit more difficult. From a literal perspective, I ain’t no farmer. Seriously. I kill plants. Not just kill them. I am a serial killer of plants: I make them dead and then I laugh as they whither away. I bought basil, cilantro, and mint this year to grow and cook with; I just never watered them and thought it was amusing how quickly they turned brown.

Not the best harvester of crops in the literal sense.

BUT. Reaping what you sow. Getting benefit from things that you invest in.

That, I know a few things about.

So today I am grateful for getting (and hopefully giving) benefit from the things that I choose to invest my time in. Friendships, family, activities. I’m also grateful for the growing discernment regarding things that I should no longer invest my time in as there is simply no positive outcome for me.

I may not cultivate crops, but I’d like to think that I’m pretty good at cultivating relationships that support me through RA and other things, and that I try my hardest to support through situations as needed.


Me and one of my most solid friends, still smiling the day that my alma mater crushed her alma mater in football!