Good morning Mick and all from a chilly Glasgow. I have been wandering about most of the night and feel like a half shut knife, as my mother would say.
Wow, Grannygravy, what a stunning view! As for Urmstongran and Pantglas, you lucky things! I need some heat.
We are off out early for our ‘flu jabs, I haven’t been well enough to get it recently. Fingers cross there are no side effects, but as I have previous…….
Well, Beechnut, not much to report today.
Yesterdays’ rheumatology appointment was a wee bit disappointing.
As my pain levels were high, my medication was increased yet again, this is the drug that I have been trying to locate recently and it makes me already. ?nauseous.
I persuaded my consultant to let me wait until after I came back from New York, before taking the increased dose, just in case something happens. As I said before, I have previous……..
Also he referred me back to to physio and OT, for some help with dressing etc.
What floored me was that he said I will need a hip replacement. You could have knocked me over with a feather, I never saw that coming. I just assumed that the pain was just the normal RA pain. However, he feels I have too much to cope with at the moment and is going to hold off the referral until I tell him I'm ready. He is such a kind man.
The biggest blow is that the RA appears to be also in my jaw.
What a catastrophe!!! How on earth will I be able to witter on inanely, and chat to passing, strangers, old people at bus stops, people in queues, babies in prams , waifs and strays, the binman, the postman, the delivery men (I know most by name) stray animals and anyone who is foolish enough to make eye contact? I
There was actually some lighthearted moments at the appointment. The consultant asked me to get on the couch so that he could examine my joints. Then he asked me to take off my socks, (my silver and black sparkly socks). However, I couldn’t bend my knee to reach my feet. I think that is when he sussed there was something wrong with my hip.
As there was no nurse available, he said he would take them off for me, but no matter how hard he tugged, he couldn’t get them off, (he thought he would like a pair like that, as his keep falling down), then he couldn’t get them back on again . The two of us were giggling away, while he was trying to pull my socks back on, anyone coming into the room may have jumped to the wrong conclusion! ?
With difficulty I tried to put my boots back on, but my hands were too painful and I couldn't reach my feet. Since the clinic was running late, I said I would get my husband to help. There I was in the waiting room, with my feet on chairs (tut, tut, no manners) and my husband trying to put the boots back on. I was beetroot with embarrassment. If I hadn't been so vain, I would have been wearing sensible boots with velcro straps. (Haven't got any) I don't think they would be a good look with leather trousers.
The waiting room was jam- packed, I wish I had had a camera to capture the look on people’s faces. They were politely pretending not to notice this mad, old lady, (with her new chic hair cut and £15 purple Sainsbury’s sale, fake faux fur coat) causing a stooshie (commotion) in the waiting room. DH was doing his excellent imitation of Queen Victoria, he certainly wasn’t amused and I of course couldn’t stop laughing as he huckled me out of the waiting room.
On a more serious note, wishing all those with family troubles, sorrow and pain, hugs and prayers.
As always thinking of Gilly and her husband.