Yup, back on it. According to the notes my nurse read, I wasn't ever supposed to be off it Why does this feel like failing? I think in part it's that magical thinking I do so well - if I will it strong enough the RD will slither off in disappointment. But I guess sore, hot joints are not the best indicators of victory. It's really this, huh? I hope we have better luck treating it than we did my gut problems. Mostly there was a lot of head shaking and puzzlement. I bumped one of my knuckles this morning and the pain was electric. That was sort of the end of my push to be steroid-free. Ah well, maybe I'll get the rest of my house as clean as my kitchen. I'm frustrated, but trying to cut myself some slack. It's hard for me to extend the same kindness to myself that I can clearly see other people deserve. Time for a new affirmation list on the mirror, methinks.