When the inflammation arrives I feel swollen and hot. The flare of Rheumatoid Arthritis is relentless. My joints feel like glass, everything hurts, I wince more often than smile. The pain brings with it a gloom that settles around me like a lazy cat, curls itself around my body and posits its weight on my soul.
My illness (virus) last month meant a delay in injection, and that meant a chance of reactivating the disease. It woke with a vengeance. Because the disease is so fickle, there's a chance the injection I take won't work again. I (repeat I!!!) gave myself my shot last week. I know relief is never immediate, its often snail-like, so I am patiently waiting.
Meanwhile, I weigh carefully my activities. Will Christmas shopping put me in my recliner for the day? Can my hands handle the baking of cookies, making of candy? Each day is more difficult than the last. Today I find that this typing is a chore.
I see my RA doctor next week. I know that alternatives to "wait and see" are limited. My liver gets unhappy with some of the drugs, my tummy, with others. It's been two years since I had a steroid shot, so maybe that is an option.
I've been contemplating what changes to make in my life to ease my efforts, and increase my quality. I need minimal choices, help from my family, and less stress. I'm grateful I have this wonderful, long holiday break to work on those things. Hopefully I will return to work with a bit less pain and better attitude.