Up until this year, I've pretty much been blessed with pretty good health - nothing serious and nothing that couldn't be fixed.
The pain in my feet and knees started suddenly - one morning in January 2007. Since I'm getting close to 50 and starting to go through menopause, I just passed it off as probably something normal and just part of the package of getting older. The pain wasn't too bad and I continued to ignore it January through the most of May. By the end of May, I was starting to feel worse and one day, I woke to a twinge in my right shoulder. By the end of the day, the pain in my arm was pretty bad and by midnight, it was throbbing enough to bring me to tears. I went to the doctor the next day who suggested it might be RA and took blood. A few days later, she called me to tell me my blood tests were abnormal and referred me to a rheumatologist. He took more blood and by the time I went back two weeks later, he confirmed that there was no doubt I had RA with some slight bone erosion in the joints of my feet.
By then, I was in so much pain in the morning, mostly in my feet and knees, and now I could barely hold a pencil in my hands to write my name; I was downright depressed because I've always been able to take care of myself and I suddenly saw this slipping away pretty darn fast. I could barely walk for hours in the morning and I could no longer get on my knees or haunches at all - I got up and down like I was a hundred years old. Putting on shoes became a very painful thing and I had to start wearing tennis shoes to work.
The doctor put me on prednisone, methotrexate and folic acid. That was a little more than a week ago and by now, I can't believe how my normal self I feel. The pain is practically non-existent and I became ecstatic.
Of course, I signed up here and at an RA Yahoo board and I was feeling very optimistic that the horror of this was over. However, after reading so many posts at these places by people with RA, it's pretty much got me scared.
I need to call the rhuematologist tomorrow as he wants me to wean off the prednisone. I'm supposed to stay on the methotrexate until I see him again in September (he has me going to my regular doctor for blood tests every 2 weeks during that time).
So - this is going to come back, isn't it? It's funny how I was petrified to take the prednisone because I saw what it did to my mother's physical appearance, and now I find myself terrified to be taken off it.
Was I being stupid and naive to think so quickly (and desperately) that I was "fixed"?





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