Another donation to science…
So I visited my new Rheumatologist this afternoon. She’s my fourth - the hazards of going to a university hospital, I guess. We went over my history, the meds I’d taken and their efficacy. We narrowed it down to… you guessed it… Enbrel. Fortunately, the intake nurse included religious restrictions in my questionnaire (that’s new!), so Dr. Salomon-Ferrera (that’s my new Dr.’s name) knew that wasn’t going to be an option. In fact, she said, “We’re running out of options”. “Yes, I know” and to myself “at least, we’re running out of allopathic options”.
They deflated Spalding (it’s what we call my knee now) and extracted 75cc of lovely synovial fluid for research. Alas, it didn’t come close to my record of over 100cc… I’m scheduled for an MRI to assess what, if any, damage there is to the knee. From there, we determine whether or not (and what type) of surgery I might need.
Dr. Salomon-Ferrera graciously agreed to fill in the DMV form for an HP Packard (ugh) and I should have one, heaven-knows-when. Brian insisted that I get one. I avoid shopping, no I totally refrain from shopping, when I’m not in remission. No malls (I’d rather have root canal), no grocery stores, no nothing. And the biggest news is that I am in fact getting a wheelchair. Only for shopping… Was there EVER a husband who encouraged his wife to shop? How strange.
So that’s it in a nutshell - still off the old feet, at least for a little while. I’m feeling more comfy and just a bit lighter. I’m drinking, drinking, drinking water and awaiting a lovely big delivery of fresh organic produce to juice in an all-out effort to alkalize my body.
