I should know this by now after nearly 4 years of PMR.
I am normally reasonably OK at dealing with stress, but there is a limit. Now I know all too well that PMR flares are indeed one of the ugly lovechilds of major stress.
I am 68 but still working. One of my sidelines suffered terribly in Covid and started to fail properly in November. This was supposed to be our retirement 'icing on the cake'. I spent months working on possible solutions hunched over the computer, but to no avail.
I felt that if I could maintain a stable pred intake, then this would reassure me that I was still on track in one part of my life. That was a mistake. I should have been more vigilant.
QOL, PMRpro!
I had to go back to UK several times from Malta where I live, and the flights were very badly delayed to the extend that for 48 hours I had no sleep at all.
I started noticing growing pain, particularly headaches and malaise, but I attributed that to my bodily position when working. As you might have seen from posts in October, I had severe and atypical 'veinous' pain in my temple at the time and I immediately took action (thanks for the great advice, all) to ward off a possible GCA, which may or may not have been about to hit.
Then, unbeknownst to my wife and I, she had caused a subdural bleed by banging her head on a low ceiling. Her distress grew over the following 3 weeks until her headaches were appalling and an MRI which showed a significant bleed. She was immediately admitted to (a very professional state) hospital in Malta for a week, with instructions thereafter to stay within a few minutes of the hospital for two weeks. (We had packed for one night).
At the same time, the company referred to above went down, and I was fielding calls at her bedside to try to salvage part of our future. To no avail. I had no time or inclination to read documentation, and just signed it.
After a week in hospital she was discharged, but bed-bound, and we made the best of it in temporary accommodation before going back to our apartment on the neighbouring island two weeks later.
Meanwhile, I thought it would be a great idea to reduce by 1 mg from 7.5mgs to 6.5. Stupid idea.
I already had a significant and growing flare, but was too confused and distracted to think it through. I thought I might have the edge of flu, or something.
Nothing could touch the (now severe) pain, head, arms, wrists, fatigue - paracetamol, Ibuprofen, sumatriptan, codeine etc were all useless. I didn't want to mention it to my wife for obvious reasons.
The main thing, thank God, is my wife is now beginning to improve cognitively and is much less distressed. With a good prognosis. Fantastic. Weather is good here and we have been out twice.
It was only then that it suddenly occurred to me that I had lost track of what I was doing on dosage, and went straight from 6.5 to 15 mgs - you can buy Prednisolone extremely cheaply over the counter here so no problems with Doctors putting their oars in.
By the end of the first day at 15 mgs the pain was beginning to clear, and by the end of the second day I was as good as I have been on Pred which is pretty good. I am now day 3. And now I need to think about finding a lower dose now the 'dripping bucket' is emptying.
One reason I am reporting this is that we are warned by Doctors not to yo-yo our dosage. That is fine, I suppose, but as a rigid rule in my case it was the wrong decision by a very wide margin.