I woke up this morning with strong withdrawal symptoms - stiff legs, knees, shoulders and arms. But Hooray, I've tapered down to two and a half mg pred. Foolishly I decided to have a bath very early this morning.
Getting out of the bath was difficult. My legs - always a source of weakness since having PMR - decided they would have the strength of half a leg between them. Struggling to get out I fell back into the water completely soaking hair, walls and floor.
So what to do? Could I be stuck here for a long time? Sleeping husband couldn't be woken and anyway, doesn't have the strength he used to so as to be able to lift a hefalump wife who still hasn't lost all her Pred weight. What stays in the bath? A spider - but he/she has the choice of disappearing down the plughole. Not a choice I'd care to take. What if the fire brigade was called in the middle of their breakfast? Oh - too humiliating to think about
I sat there thinking of the other day in hospital, listening to the Consultant Gastroentiologist who told me that apart from having PMR there was nothing wrong with me. "You are now so low on Pred that you can come off the two and a half Pred that you are on now."He said, "It would be quite safe to do so." While I listened to him I experienced the hundreds of tiny blunt prickles like centipedes in clogs marching on the spot over my shoulder and neck. In the far corner of one eye I had the experience of a shape like a rainbow coloured bevelled mirror distorting my vision. I moved my head so that the bevelling made his face look like a Picasso portrait. He smiled benignly at me - at least I think he was smiling.
"I don't think I'm ready to come off the Pred," I said, glad that my GP would always guide the amount of Pred I should be on. Saying goodbye, I leaned on the seat of the chair to get up then waddled slowly down the corridor.
But here I was in the bath - what to do? The handles at the side of the bath reminded me of the parallel bars used by gymnasts in the Commonwealth Games. If I could draw myself up on the bars and use one of my heels for balance... I tried, and with one almighty push I was able to stand upright. Yes - a Gold medal winner - in my eyes anyway!