I'm off to the flare clinic this afternoon. I'm hoping for an intramuscular steroid shot.
I've been not too bad for a few months (PsA) with awful tendinitis.
I walked thirty miles with my dog about three weeks ago. I did it over five days. I'm walking for a kids mental health charity. I have another sixty miles to do. I have postponed this until June.
My plan was to walk from Oxford to Coventry over the space of ten days. However, I pretty soon realised that carrying all my stuff was a mistake. So I did the first thirty. I was fine until I got home, and then everything flared up!
For the next part of the journey I'm taking a push along trolley to carry all mine, and the dogs gear in! I'm proud to have managed thirty miles. It's just me and the dawg, and we camped en route.
I'm looking forward to the next part of journey, and just hoping everything calms down a bit.
It was worth the pain. I'd got so depressed doing nothing for three years, and wanted to do something useful for someone else.
I have been on this site under a different user name. I got depressed and signed off!