I feel like posting to my blog because I want to hear myself talk. I do miss being published in a newspaper where I could reasonably expect 1) people to have read my writing and be down for discussing it and 2) people to have ignored my writing and be down for discussing everything else.
These days I am left out of a lot of conversations, being that my life is so inward now... between caring for my kids and caring for myself, I don't have time or brainpower left for much else. It is a tad stifling.
Equally worth posting about (ie... not worth posting) is my small triumph in quitting plaquinil. My memory is back. Let me say it again: my MEMORY is back. My brain may not be too robust but it is no longer, shall I say, "roont." Moving forward I will only be on methotrexate, which my doc is nervous of but I am thrilled. My joints are worse, but not by too much yet, and my quality of life is higher than the Space Needle. The dizziness is much more mild. Mood swings nearly gone. My fatigue has been a tad better. The absence of negative experiences in my body has left me feeling a tad empty--and the emptiness is sometimes filled with actual vitality. WOW.
Now... here is something interesting that I doubt other RAers have experienced, but I want to know, so please leave comments... My sex life improved with the diagnosis. I stopped hurting myself because we knew I had to be careful. Plus, I really prefer these new gentle positions.
Okay, that is all. Time to pretend to sleep.
#prednisoneInsomnia #tmi
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