We know about ‘sick-day rules’ and there’re loads about increasing for special events, dentist, travel, surgery, but I haven’t seen anything like as much about the relationship between normal life and Pred dose and people’s normal varies so hugely, some still working, caring for an OH, permanent stress normal, just how life is.
Pro said recently:
I'd blame the stress. It can have a massive effect on the immune system and when my husband was ill and later dying I needed more pred to keep on an even keel physically, Never underestimate it.
(1) I’ve upped the Pred, reduced back down but the pa... - PMRGCAuk (healthunlocked.com)
The other thing that sparked this post was a particularly awful story from a lady, sorry, didn’t save and can’t remember who, who was being browbeaten, nagged and generally harassed by her doctors to reduce when she had terribly difficult domestic circumstances and what she actually needed was lashings of TLC, possibly practical support – and Pred.
Maybe it should be written into the Guidelines: ‘A particularly emotionally and/or physically demanding life may make it near-impossible for some patients to taper.’ We’re all different and I’d guess it depends somewhat on how you feel about the stress and the cause of the stress, whether you feel overwhelmed, whether it’s someone you love, and I’d guess also it doesn’t matter at higher doses. First thing I did after coming out of hospital was sleep properly in my own little bed. Second thing was sorting some rather hairy financial stuff. It didn’t make the slightest difference to my PMR, but then I was on 20 mg for seven weeks, Pred coming out of my ears, so why should it.
Despite other things being equal, no other conditions and no other meds, nice plain basic PMR, I’d see it as completely crazed to see any equivalence between my calm, contented and almost entirely obligation-free life and that of someone constantly on high alert, at action stations. We’re not on the same page, we’re not in the same continuum.
I read, write and faff around in Photoshop, go for short walks, and bar the occasional mishap under the umbrella ‘that’s life’ see and communicate only with only people I want to see and communicate with. Apart from housework I don’t do anything I don’t enjoy and want to do, and even then, being disabled, I rather enjoy finding ways of doing things I shouldn’t otherwise be able to do. Occasionally using my full-size upright carpet shampooer is one. A day it feels like an ordeal, I don’t do it. A day it feels like fun, I do it. My one and only external obligation is my routine blood-test every two months. Oh, and I sometimes get very cross at packaging, especially child-locks. I’m neither fighting nor fleeing and it seems to me my need for cortisol must be close to baseline, that needed for normal biological functioning.