It's just been too much. It's not just the pain, it's the stress of having to ask, beg, chase and nag for just about everything. I feel I am being judged harshly whatever I do. There are some people on here who seem to be very sure they are best placed to tell me that I am making the wrong choices and that I am "not managing my condition effectively" when I spend a large proportion of my time trying to just that. I have spent my whole life with this condition which means I don't appreciate being patronised. Of course I know the b***dy risks of steroid injections and the importance of drug reviews. By the time I had reached puberty I was starting to make choices about how I wanted to treat my disease. These things are RA part one.
I have never taken Tramadol before now. I only started it this year. I have kind of "put up with the pain" and dismissed it as just part of my life but finally I started to think about my attitude towards pain killers. I decided that as my RA was only going to get worse not better I was going to have to make a choice and I chose to try stronger pain killers. No other painkiller has ever worked for my RA not paracetamol or aspirin or ibuprofen, naproxen..... But this works.
Things are tricky anyway at the moment. Beside the flare up my relationship with my 13 year old daughter has turned into a nightmare. Her room is an absolute hovel, she speaks to me like dirt and refuses to do anything around the house, even pick up her own things. Her father and I separated amicably but although he is a good father he does not appreciate how tough it is for me. Dealing with her for 48hrs whilst going camping or to meals out with friends isn't the same as having to deal with the hard and boring stuff all week.
My partner is an absolute godsend. He loves me to bits and will do anything for me. But there is a huge age gap between us and dealing with someone else's stroppy teenager is hard work at the best of times. Harder for him being 70. I am so scared that she will scare him away and I don't think I would ever forgive her if that happened. We are engaged and I adore him. Our relationship is the one positive in my life right now and I can't imagine life without him.
The plan is that her dad is going to buy a house and she will live with him and I will move in with my partner and have her at weekends. But her dad's house hunting is taking forever as he is a workaholic and has little time during the week for anything else.
I know I have depression. I have no appetite and I just want the whole world minus my partner, cat and guinea pigs just to disappear.
Before anyone suggests speaking to a GP about my depression it would be about as effective as taking to my guinea pigs. All they would want to do is give me anti-depressants and more medication is the last thing I need.
Anyway there we go it's all down in black and white.