I AM Alive.

Mom is having trouble getting ahold of me these days. Case in point: the one and only time I will probably have the University Police knocking on my door was this morning, because the rheumatologist called her up and said stop taking the methotrexate.

So she called up the University Police, who came knocking while I was working on a paper and still in my jimjams, and I called her to find out what was going on that was so bloody urgent.

Apparently it's a rare side effect, but a dangerous one that is causing me to have problems. But HA. I can't stop taking it because I already took it for this week. I just can't take next week's dose when Sunday comes round. And Lord knows what they'll put me on NOW because of this, since methotrexate is supposed to work really well and was going to be the stuff I was on for the next ten years or so (do I hear a call of needles, needles?)

Between trying to cough up a lung and the burning I was having yesterday I'm doing just fine.

I think things are about to get bad again for me. I'm supposed to be coming down off the prednisone and onto the plateau of methotrexate, but now I'm stepping off into freefall and as I come down off the prednisone my pain's going to escalate by the week.

This is going to be a fuuuuun summer...

Ta,
Bec

PS: I got my grades today (finally) and have been upgraded to SENIOR status.

This means I not only FEEL old, I AM old. Nice to have everything on the same page...

And a checkup on the not-breathing well thing: Went to Urgent Care today just to make everyone else happy. And to stop them all worrying about me. They looked me over; my lungs are clear. Chest X-ray revealed nothing. The doctor here thinks it's a virus but wants me to stay far away from the methotrexate until next week when I go to see the rheumatologist here. And she wants me to up my prednisone again for the next two weeks.

Isn't life a hoot and giggle?

Ta,
Bec