I have to laugh at myself. I didn't want to be on the prednisone because to me that feels like admitting this disease is real. Now that I'm just about off my taper I want it back. I would say the leflunomide has done roughly zilch for me. My hands are swollen and hot, my knee is agony, and both my ankles and feet are cussing quietly under their metaphorical breath. I see my rheumy this week, and we'll talk about what's next, I guess. I hate this. I played piano yesterday and it hurt the whole time. We were in the lake for a while, which was awesome for my knees and ankles, but I'm so sore today it's ridiculous.
So this is what I do on crappy days. I have a list of words that really define me to combat all the negative ones I come up with. I switch it out every week or so, but my current list reads: Persistent, Articulate, Formidable, Beautiful, Loved, and Inspirational.
It isn't that I'm trying to convince myself that everything's fine, it's more that I remind myself that pain is part of me, not all of me. What do you guys do?