I dragged myself out of bed and rushed around the house like a maniac trying to get out the door and to my doctor appointment on time this morning. I had an appointment with my rheumatologist for which I had been waiting three months. So I sped over to the clinic, nearly ran a couple blocks and then raced into the office not wanting to be too late (I am always late…for everything). Well, lucky me, I was indeed far from late. Standing at the check-in counter like an idiot the woman told me that my appointment is TOMORROW morning. Oops. Me: “ha ha ha ha…uhhh…ok, I’ll….uh…see you tomorrow.” Duh.
So yes, now TOMORROW morning I have my rheumatology appointment along with an appointment with my endocrinologist right after that. If I’m late tomorrow I’m going to punch myself in the face.
In other news, I had a pretty good weekend. I went to see The King’s Speech which was fantastic. Sunday I puttered around in my pajamas all day drinking tea, watching public television, and playing Scrabble like an old lady. Last night I made a fool out of myself singing karaoke with my “karaoke krew,” which is always pretty awesome. I screwed up singing “Maps,” which my friend then aptly referred to it as “Craps” for the rest of the night. It was really good to get out and have a fun night at the Vegas again like old times.
RA update: Still off caffeine and prednisone (YES!). Joints feel pretty good, which is a wonderful feeling.