My favorite season. I love summer – I love being outside working in the gardens, and having dinner on the patio. But since my last post I’ve not had enough of gardening or dining on the patio. The pain in my left knee (formerly my good knee) got excruciating 2 weeks ago – too painful to walk again and I had to resort to using a cane, which hurts my pride, but I’d rather move with a cane than not move at all.
I had to get a cortisone shot at the walk in clinic because the pain made me cry out loud which also isn’t my style. I set up appointments on the same day with my rheumy and ortho docs. I prepared myself for a new knee – I thought that I had a block of time this summer that could accommodate a new knee. That’s me: The planner. OK, the control freak. And I went in saying “I’m ready, let’s schedule this sucker.”
No such luck. The knee pain was not due to the deteriorating knee, but was an RA flare. A Flare? But I don’t get flares!! I’ve not had a real flare in years. So I was in denial for a few days as I waited for the cortisone to grab hold and help me return to my balls to the wall lifestyle.
No such luck. It’s not going to happen I realized. So this morning I caved in and opened the Medrol pack that my rheumy had prescribed for me and told me to use if I didn’t feel better in a week. Basically its a 6 day, tapered course of prednisone which I swore I would never ever take again after finally getting off it in 2008. I said I never would do it. It’s a super drug – it will attack any inflammation in your body and rid you of it!! But it also is a stimulant. Keeps me awake for days and swells your appetite. And your body grows to love it, which makes it hard to get your body off it.
I broke that promise to myself, but the pain last night in the left leg – the entire leg – due to the flare was excruciating. Took 3 halves of a vicodin pill before the throbbing receded enough for me to sleep. My dog is stressed because our normal routine has been upset and I’m not walking her. My routine is upset because I haven’t been walking. And I feel the RA attacking my wrists too. It was time to take the prednisone and see what it does.
And 5 hours later the knee and wrist are already feeling better. So the Doctor is right. And Mr. Phat is right. He said “you didn’t cave. you took something to help you feel better. It’s OK!”
Superwoman I am not. But maybe soon I can begin participating in life again. Especially since the caterpillars are getting ready to cocoon. (see previous post)