I remembered to use my REI coupons and points this morning before they expire– go me. If you also need to, here’s your reminder; you’re welcome. I can barely type this because my right hand is seizing up again. F*@k!
This morning I sent my sisters a copy of one of the memes my mother posts where there are like a hundred smiley faces and you have to find the one sad face… and if you do, you will have good luck for a year if you share this with people who will then want to slap you.
I sent her a screen shot of Mom’s meme [sorry Mom, no offense, it’s one of your charms, actually] followed by the text: “when old people use Facebook,” only in order to take this screen shot I had to be able to use my hand, which I couldn’t do. My message read:
So, now here I sit trying to type this blog post with my gimp right hand that is… thumb, knuckles, wrist joint and tendon swelling: the perfect storm that equals can’t open or close my hand, can’t grip, can’t lift, can’t twist, dress, brush hair, you get the picture:
This post is really a data time stamp post– a #3 Humira injection 4 days ago and I am still F*@#ed post. Bean said, “what do you think happened?” I said, “basically, me.” I forgot to take my Plaquenil [both doses] yesterday. I tried tapering my MTX from 9 to 7, and I have also been trying to taper down on the prednisone- I had made it down to 1.25 mg a day with 1 800 motrin this week almost daily.
So, there’s that. The optimist shoots herself in the hand.