Those of you who come by whenever I can be bothered to write stuff [and those of you who I know read it through feeds] will be aware of certain medical problems that have been plaguing me of late.
So, I have a diagnosis now - Psoriatic Arthritis. Psoriasis is an auto-immune disease that affects the skin. It appears similar to eczema, though without the blistering and cracking. About 5% - 30% of people with Psoriasis get PA. There are five different types of PA and I have the symmetrical type - the one most likely to affect women and the one that appears similar to rheumatoid arthritis. There are a couple of good websites - the Mayo Clinic, the National Psoriasis Foundation in the US and my doctor's website.
Let me just say right now - it's not as bad as it could be [or might get]. If you do a google image search [which I don't recommend for the squeamish, myself included], you will quickly realise that I'm nowhere near as bad as that yet.
If there's anything you want to know, ask... I know there's quite a lot of information I'm leaving out here. While I'm coping admirably, it's still a little difficult to wrap one's brain aroudn the fact that one has gone from 'oh, my joints are a bit sore...' to 'I have a chronic incurable disease'.
Anyway, Button and I went shopping on Saturday. We bought some ice packs [cold to numb the pain] and a heating pad [so wonderful!]... while there I had a phone call from my poor sister. She'd spoken to my mother who had completely forgotten who she was talking to [apparently] and made the mistake of telling her things like the worst that could happen is that I might end up in a wheelchair. Well, yes, but not anytime soon! She told her that I might need to take immune-system-suppressants. Yes, I might. But there are a number of other treatment steps before that - and it might never get to that! So my poor sister was in an absolute panic [it appears that my family is particularly prone to that sort of thing]... But I think she's feeling better now.
Button also bought me a very pretty pill-keeping thing. Which is much less scary than the bottles and boxes and so on... I'm not good with pills, however I did manage to swallow four out of five last night! I'm very proud of myself [and you should be too]. The only one I haven't managed is the excessively enormous salmon oil one [apparently it's a natural anti-inflammatory, as well as Omega-3 being very good for me]... why must it be the size of a rugby ball, I ask you?
Anyway, the medicines are taking effect, as I am feeling much better this morning...
Oh, and happy birthday to David [Blake]. Sorry I never got back to you about the Miller's thing - I'm sure you'll understand that I was a little distracted.