I came off my taper on Friday, just in time for MTX. I can still see my knuckles, which is nice (as well as slightly odd, I wonder how long they've been missing before I noticed) but my hands are swelling again and the ball of my left foot feels like it's caught in a bear-trap. Hubby checked, and there is a definite absence of bear-trap. I ought to be grateful, I know. I had this lovely little vacation from agony, like sneaking out of an unwelcome conversation. The talker is still here, though. It's horribly, cruelly patient and I'm coming to hate it more and more. I'll have to ask for more codeine. Or something. I know, I've read all the terrible side-effects of steroids. I have a friend who said steroids were her husband's last resort before a knee replacement. I DON'T CARE. All those are just possibly's and some-day's and I live with right here and now. Back to hot baths and fragility. I'm going to try biking tomorrow with my wonderful adaptive adventures friends (you can check 'em out on adaptiveadventures.ca) I'm afraid. How much will pain cost me? I already can't imagine rock-climbing with my hands as they are. (yes, the blind Canadian does rock-climb. I have pictures!)
I'm venting. It's this or break things, and I don't want to have to clean up the mess. Only a week 'till I see my rheumy, and she and I are going to have a very serious talk about pain control.