Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Getting back in shape

It's amazing how just a month or so of not being able to exercise can make you feel all icky and out of shape when you've gotten used to regular exercise. This evening I rode my bike for the first time in at least three weeks. I managed a mere eight miles, and had to use the lowest resistance setting the entire time, but it sure felt good to do that much! I'll work my way back up gradually, but hopefully in a week or two I'll be back to my usual resistance setting and ten to twelve mile rides.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Do we have any food that wasn't brutally slaughtered?

You Are Lisa Simpson

A total child prodigy and super genius, you have the mind for world domination.

But you prefer world peace, Buddhism, and tofu dogs.

You will be remembered for: all your academic accomplishments

Your life philosophy: "I refuse to believe that everybody refuses to believe the truth"

Oops.

One thing about RA is that irreversible joint damage can be done very quickly. This is why they start you on an aggressive treatment plan immediately upon diagnosis. It looks like my recent six-week flare-up has done a number on some of my joints, particularly in my left hand. If you have ever seen what RA left untreated can do to a person's hands, you know it's not pretty. Well, mine don't look like that yet, thank goodness, but my left thumb and index finger now have joints that are now bulging out to one side. I think that there will be yet another hand surgery (my fourth) in the near future. These things have to be dealt with quickly before they deteriorate further.

I see my rheumatologist in two weeks, so I will wait until then, but chances are I'll be paying a visit to my hand surgeon shortly thereafter. Dangit.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Progress report

After just one week back on the methotrexate, I have significantly improved. It's like night and day. I still have some pain, particularly in my knees and shoulders, but it is minor compared to how I felt last week at this time. So, much as I despise having to sacrifice one lunch hour per month to get blood work done, I suppose I'd better stay on this drug.

Just to make sure I didn't miss being in pain too much, Achilles did me the favor of dislocating my finger yesterday. We were out for a walk when a couple of skateboarders went whizzing by, and he tried to chase them, yanking so hard on the leash that he pulled my middle finger right out of joint. It's not a bad dislocation, thank goodness. It popped right back into place all on its own. It is very swollen, very tender, and will be splinted for a week or two. Even with that bit of discomfort, I am still feeling much, much better now than I have for the past month, so I cannot complain.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Darn. I always wanted to be Wonder Woman.

Your results:
You are Supergirl
























Supergirl
67%
Superman
65%
Robin
65%
Spider-Man
55%
Green Lantern
55%
Catwoman
50%
Wonder Woman
42%
Hulk
40%
The Flash
35%
Batman
20%
Iron Man
20%
Lean, muscular and feminine.
Honest and a defender of the innocent.


Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz

I surrender.

A few posts back, I was talking about this ridiculous RA flare-up and how I was pretty sure it was due to the fact that I stopped taking my methotrexate last November, and how I do NOT want to go back on the methotrexate, right? Well, I officially gave up this week. I called my doctor's office and they phoned in a methotrexate prescription for me.

I kept hoping the "flare-up" would get better, but I don't think you can even call it a "flare-up" any more if it's lasted for a month and gotten progressively worse. This past week it got insanely bad.

This next bit is going to sound like a lot of whining, and it is; but it's also in part to illustrate how disabling and downright painful RA is, for those who may not be aware:

My left foot is so swollen that I cannot fit it into anything but a flip-flop (and even then, the straps dig into the top of my foot and leave nasty indentations). I usually head upstairs at eight or nine in the evening to use the computer before bed. My knees hurt so badly that I have adopted the habit of bringing two large bottles of water upstairs with me in the evening so that I won't have to go back downstairs if I get thirsty. If I get hungry after I've come upstairs for the night, I stay hungry, because it's better than having to face the excruciating pain that going downstairs to the kitchen would cause me. Even just standing up from a chair and walking (more like hobbling) across a level surface is excruciating -- stairs are torture. The joints in my hands are swollen, and some of my fingers are starting to go crooked. I cannot use my hands for anything requiring any amount of grip strength -- opening bottled beverages, turning on a water faucet, etc. -- without searing pain. Fortunately, typing requires no grip strength and actually doesn't hurt too badly. You don't have to move your fingers as much as you'd think you do in order to type. My left wrist has developed a painful protrusion. I cannot straighten my left arm all the way because my elbow is all swollen and sore. My shoulders are killing me and have little range of motion. I am having wicked muscle spasms in my back, which are not directly related to the RA, but are due to the way I'm having to move my body because of the joint pain. I cannot sleep for more than an hour at a time at night without being woken up by pain in my shoulders or legs -- usually because I've been in the same position for too long and am trying to turn over.

I can't walk down the hallway at work without some well-meaning person asking me what is wrong or if I'm okay. I almost hate that more than anything.

I have read that within five years of diagnosis, 33% of RA patients are totally disabled, and within ten years, that jumps to nearly 70%. I was diagnosed four and a half years ago. I feel pretty much disabled right now.

So, I caved in and went back on the methotrexate this weekend. It's a once-weekly injection, and it takes several weeks to build up in your system before it starts working, so hopefully by the time I see my doctor next month, he'll be able to assess whether it's working or whether we need to try something else. Trying something else would actually be preferable for me, because I really, really hate this medication. I'm sick for a day after I take it, and I hate the inconvenience of having to sacrifice a lunch hour once a month to go get blood work done -- to say nothing of the fact that being on a medication which requires such monitoring is disconcerting at best. This stuff can destroy your liver and your bone marrow, among other things; hence, the need for the monthly blood work. I suppose it is still preferable to constant, unbearable pain and disability, however.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

My closet is a clown car.

When I first started this blog, I talked about how I needed to start clearing the clutter from my life, both literally and figuratively. I then proceeded to not do that.

So, this evening I decided to clean out my closet. I have not cleaned out my closet in at least eight years. Oh, my GOD. Do you have any idea how much useless crap you can stuff into a closet in eight years? I've been working at it for three hours now, and I still haven't managed to haul out everything that was piled up on the closet floor. What I have managed to haul out is now strewn all over the bedroom. I have no idea how it all fit into my closet, which is not very big, in the first place; nor do I have any idea how I'm going to get the items I'm planning to keep back in there. I have several bags full of stuff to get rid of, but I still have stacks and stacks of stuff I want to keep.

I haven't even gotten to the shelves yet; I think I'd better save those for another day.

I am making a new rule right now. Henceforth, whenever I buy anything new, I must get rid of something old. It is the only way to stop the insanity!

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Cuteness!

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