Yesterday was my Rheumy appointment. As I sat on the butcher paper on the table, waiting for Dr Booth, I realized that you can’t quietly sit on butcher paper. You can’t. There is just no way.
I also realized I have been using her chair as a step stool to get my achey butt up on to the butcher paper. Great.
It was, all in all, a good appointment. I’m doing to 4 smooshy joints (two toes on each foot) and my back aches because of osteoarthritis (because I have not had a seizure, it is okay to take tramadol for pain) and my boo-boo arm will be looked at by Dr Booth’s recommendation of a killer hand guy mid July. I’m almost (ALMOST) looking forward to that meeting. I hope something can be done for my hand. Dr Booth said if anyone can he can, but wrists and backs are tricky. I like her honesty… but “go pep talk” would have felt better. Ah well… all in due time.
Good news, I’m responding to meds. AND maybe in the fall if I keep responding and don’t backslide, we will knock the methotrexate down from 1cc to .8 cc in an attempt to get some of my hair back. YAY.
Now… Heigh HO… Heigh HO… it’s off to work I go… I get to ditch the pager today… PARTY