Maintenance Day Part Deux

Things changed not ten minutes after I finalized my last blog post.  I had been in a state of frustration trying to get the Doctor’s office on the phone about a sooner appointment.  Noone would answer,  or I would get lost in the phone system ad nauseum.  Long story short,  my luck improved and the phone got answered. 

I was hoping to wrangle something in the next week or two, at the very least we can do better than February,  ja? Indeed.  I was able to get seen TODAY. This absolutely blew my mind,  given how things usually play out. An hour later and I was on the 76 headed to North Clearwater.  

I had to wait a while as it looked like the place was pretty slammed today and understaffed as well.  Wasn’t that long, though.  The doctor came in and actually proceeded to talk to me about Depeche Mode for the first couple minutes as that was the shirt I happened to be wearing.  That said,  he got to the point quickly.  We talked a bit about what the last week or so was like for me.  We agreed that the Arava wasn’t doing jack and could go. He seems pretty confident that Humira will cover most of my needs in time, but went ahead and put me on methotrexate.  The human body has a habit of developing antibodies to biologics.  I mentioned this and he said this is true and should help with this. 

Aside from that,  he had his nurse give me a pair of injections.  A steroid and an Anti-inflammatory.  Already feeling a bit better for it.  In the space of fifteen minutes I accomplished my rheumatological goals for the next few months.  I can actually relax for a while and let the meds do their work. 

Not much else is happening.  Going to work in the morning and hoping all this medical bull gives me some peace. I don’t mean to sound like a bitch. Medical science has done me alright and I have no gripes. 

I mean, I have some. I just don’t feel like they’re worth chasing. 

I’m already feeling a lot better than the last few days leading up to this.  Time to keep the momentum going šŸ™‚

My Darling Man sleeps and I’m letting him sleep. He’s so wonderful it kills me. We’re a couple of chronically ill homos that are hopelessly in love and showing no sign of letting up. It’s so unusual being with someone who actually brings out the best parts of me. 

That’s what love is.  A couple of wounded souls helping one another.  No chains or obligations. Just you and I. Ad infinitum.  

I don’t know where I’m going with this and I don’t give a toss.  I’m content and that’s enough for now. 
Adieu. 

-T

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