Twitter is just too short. So, today I spoke with one of my doctor’s. She has great humour… Anyways, after last week’s drop from 8mg/day of pred to 7mg/day, we have decided to put it back up to 8mg/day. A few years ago when “we” tried similar my body packed in and I ended up on 40mg/day for a couple of months. My lungs looked like tree roots.
Last night (Thursday 21st Jan 2016) was my worse in years, my joints and bones kept me awake that seemed all night, but I did dream of a plastic knife striking my arms, thankfully it kept bending. We have arranged for more bloods taking and then an appointment afterwards. Yes I’m stopping two therapies for my grey matter, as that pulp say’s yes to everything, but the dammed body then say’s fuck off.
What I mentioned to the doctor; I’m just an experiment, it’s not the fault of the medics but they don’t know what to do. I’ve dropped into the one in 100k of folks for having long term sarcoidosis and it’s shit. They can cure cancer, but they can’t cure sarcoid.
Have I had enough? I’m getting full up.
Still, I can’t believe various real life (ex) pal’s called me a scrounging lefty cunt – and they were serious.
Fuck you.
