But I couldn’t refrain from posting.
So my appt yesterday was short and sweet. I go in, tell Dr. M that I don’t think the Plaquenil is really working, and say that maybe we need to play with dosages.
“No, I don’t want you on any more steroids. We’re gonna put you on methotrexate.”
I expected it.
I was composed until I finished up with labs (only two vials – a miracle!) and got back in the car. I cried a fair amount on and off yesterday. I biked ferociously for an hour at the gym, before deciding to run away from things on a treadmill for a while.
I’m scared. I don’t know what it’ll do for sure. I have this vision of me with hair falling out, so weak and fatigued that I don’t want to get up, but with little joint pain. What a great trade off – feeling good enough to do things and be ‘normal’ except for being so tired you feel like death.
At least I have my new fluffy bed to console me.