I was in a flare last week; I am not sure what type of flare, but I called my rheumy. I asked my rheumy for some prednisone, and she called in a prescription for 10mg a day. However, I have been on prednisone long enough to know how many milligrams it takes for my discomfort/pain.

I did start with the 10 mg and gradually took more. Even though all of my pain wasn’t gone, I stopped at 30 mg’s. And after a few days, my shoulders and the back of my neck weren’t as painful. 

Several days later, I had an appointment with my primary care physician. I explained to her how I had been feeling. My chest, stomach, neck, and, of course, my shoulders, lower back, thighs, and even my face had been hurting. It’s sad, but I came to terms with my body being my enemy a while ago.  

My primary care doctor and I went over my medicines. After we reviewed the meds, she wanted to know if I had talked with my rheumatologist. I explained that my rheumy, even though she gave me the prednisone, felt it was my osteoarthritis and not my RA that was giving me grief. I told her that my rheumy referred me back to the orthopedic doctor. The orthopedic doctor referred me to physical therapy, but I still have not gone.

So she examined me and looked over my meds again. She wanted to change two of my heart medicines, thinking those two drugs could had been the culprit. The time before last, in her office, she took away one of my diabetes meds. I’m not complaining; getting off of that drug turned out well for me. However, this was my heart medicine, that she wanted to mess with, and even though I knew she was doing what she felt was best, I didn’t know if I could agree with her. I have an appointment with my cardiologist on Monday, I will wait and see what he wants me to do. It’s just a two-day wait.

I still can’t fathom how, with all this modern technology, medicine, and doctors, no medicine is certain. It’s too much, all this medicine. Take this, take that, take that, take this! I got to do better, so I can get off some of this crap!