Well, my days on my beloved medicine are numbered. My primary care doctor allowed me two weeks of Prednisone to get a little bit of control out of my pain and swelling from the "probable rheumatoid arthritis." No probable about it, but he just isn't too willing to do much until after my very expensive rheumatologist appointment in May. Can't get in any sooner and now we are trying to make sure we have enough money for the appointment. (Having no insurance sucks!) (I was diagnosed Juvenile as a teenager and it never really was bad, so it is definitely more than likely Rheumatoid Arthritis.)
Anyhow, like I said my days are numbered. I have taken full advantage of the not being in pain 24 hours a day by cleaning house. I vacuumed, cleaned my bathroom top to bottom, dishes are done, laundry is mostly done, and today I have plans to sweep and mop the kitchen. This is basic household things that usually take me forever to get done, but when I am on the Prednisone, I feel almost normal. Yes, I can feel like I'm not turning 82. ;-) My house looks good, but I am dreading coming off the medicine that helps me get so much done. Only 7 more weeks to go and I will be in to the specialist and we can get this show on the road. Maybe he will let me have my wonder drug. LOL!! My primary care doctor did allow me two weeks worth, so I guess two weeks of freedom is better than nothing, but oh how I wish I could be on it until after I see the specialist. My primary care doctor said he didn't want me on it full time due to the side effects, but it works. I go back to him the first week of April and then the second week of May is my appointment with the specialist. I can do it. I can do it.
Anyhow, so if you actually want to see my place clean and see me with some energy, now's the time. You have a few more days left and I will melt to pieces after that. LOL! That's a good description of it. I feel about that way with the pain and swelling I usually encounter every day.
OK, I will get off my soap box. Just liking having energy and a clean house. I can't wait till this appointment thing is over. 7 more weeks, 7 more weeks. And then just maybe I will get some more permanent type of relief.
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We ran into a similar problem with the clinic at dh's work. The medical person didn't want to give more than a 3 month supply of his BP meds that he has been on for the past many years, until he saw a "regular" physician! UGH!!! Gotta love the medical field!!!!
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