April 30, 2010
I’m driving up to St. Cloud tomorrow morning (EARLY! auuugh…6:30) to take photos for the Arthritis Foundation. There’s an arthritis fundraising walk going on there, similar to the annual one in the Twin Cities and the JAM walk I volunteered for in March. It’s a really nice course/path by the river and I’m looking forward to it. I just hope I can drag myself out of bed and get there in time. I am NOT a morning person, and I’ve had to wake up super early every day this week for Census training. It will be worth it though. Let’s hope I get some good pictures (I’ll post them on here sometime soon, probably).
Sleep…sleep…I JUST WANT TO SLEEP. uhhhhhh.
And my body is hurting worse as I wait to get accepted for Remicade assistance. I worked two hours this morning for the Census and then 5+ hours at Dan’s typing/data entry. By the time I left there my wrists, hands, and shoulders were throbbing. My right hand is starting to swell, too, which is worrying. I just hope my application with the Health Well Foundation goes through next week. Why must these things take so long? I need my drug now! I refuse to go back on prednisone.
ok, goodnight invisible readers
November 24, 2007
In a brief effort to improve my health and lose weight a week or so ago, I decided to try lifting these little 3 lb orange weights a few times a day, every day. At first I was huffing and puffing and “feeling the burn” at the end of each mini “workout,” but also feeling good and energized and happy that I had exercised a bit. I really hoped that this would help me lose some weight, too.
I’ve been 20-25 lbs overweight for the last 5-6 years, mostly due to medication side effects and lack of exercise (my suspicion). Feeling fat and ugly and sluggish and like a disgusting old lump on the couch only adds to the frustration and depression of having R.A. But this is a topic that deserves its own post(s), so you’ll have to wait to read about that another time.
Let’s get back to me looking ridiculous pumping iron in my pajamas in front of the TV every night. So yes, hooray! I can lift these weights and shave off some of my fat arse in the process. Good plan, right? WRONG. After about a week of weight lifting I am having an arthritis flare-up in my left shoulder, both elbows, and both wrists. At first I hoped it was only muscle soreness, but now I fear my gut instinct is true and it’s the arthritis (it’s not going away – always a good indicator). I’m off my exercise plan and today I reluctantly started taking 10 mg of prednisone to try to get this flare-up under control.
The presecription: prednisone daily, rest, rest, rest, and wait. Don’t move the shoulder unnecessarily. Don’t move the arms, in particular the elbows, excessively or in a weird manner. Wrists? Well, might as well try to not move the hands either (hands are connected to wrists, in case you forgot – I do sometimes).
What’s the next exercise plan that won’t land me in an iron body cast? Swimming/water therapy could be it. The warm water pool at the Courage Center feels like heaven; it just may be a fair enough trade-off for having to appear in a swimsuit in public. Hmm.
It really is a shame I can’t continue with these weights, though. Anybody have any other ideas?
November 17, 2007
My ankles are worse and have been flaring up these past couple of days. Why? Who knows. My right wrist seems to be experiencing a little flare-up, too. Earlier I was planning to go to a concert tonight, but I’m glad I decided to stay home and take it easy. My entire right leg is throbbing and aching so much because of my ankle. It’s amazing how every inch of our bodies work together, and if one thing is out of sync, it throws everything else off too. I don’t normally like taking any kind of pain medication, because it makes me feel weird, dizzy and like puking (I prefer to reserve these sensations for classy nights out at the bar) but tonight I had to pester the on-call doctor to call in a new prescription for Tylenol 3. I’m minutes away from popping one of those, slapping the ice pack on my ankle again, and then curling up in bed and hopefully being able to relax enough to sleep. This little ankle “charade” is really starting to get on my nerves. It can quit anytime now, honestly. Although sometimes I don’t mind being “forced” to lounge around in my extremely attractive (uhh) sweats while reading books and being lazy on a Friday night.