I’ve had a bit of a rough day today. I woke up feeling slightly more stiff and achier than usual… I had slept in a funny position and because my elbows were so stiff it was really hard to get out of bed. Trust me, unless you have some joint/muscle issues going on it really isn’t easy to just roll out of bed in the morning. I usually take a catalogue of things that hurt when I first wake up, today totalled a good 27 joints! That’s crazy! And then when I stand up I re-caculate to see if weight baring is adding anything into the pile… Only the ligaments in my knees and achilles tendons were added. So this mornings total was 27 joints hurt/are stiff and 4 joints are noticeably swollen.
Thankfully as the day went on the joints that hurt/were stiff reduced down to 7… I guess that means that the combination of Naproxen and Paracetamol every 4 hours is good for me.
I then had to go to Uni… I only had 2 lecturers and both of them were only 1 hour each. Normally if my lecture is over an hour long I get really stiff but if they are only an hour long I can usually get away with not being horrendously stiff at the end, although today was rough. I had made the mistake of sitting nearer the back of the room which involves more steps than sitting at the front of the room and I ended up practically waddling down the steps to get out of the room… and then some genius had decided that it would be a good idea to put my lecture room at the bottom of a flight of stairs, so more waddling ensued.
After uni I had to get 3 buses [totalling 1.5 hours] to get the the hospital for my first podiatrist appointment [she specialises in rheumatology]. The journey was really rough, joints seized up again and the bus practically broke down every time we had to go up a hill… It’s not a good sign when you are only doing 20mph on a motorway and really heavy lorrys towing massive JCB diggers can overtake you with ease. Anyway I finally made it to the hospital and got taken 30 minutes early [BONUS!!!] although the waiting room consisted on 3 hard, uncomfortable, plastic chairs so I was really glad to be taken early. The podiatrist told me that she could still feel swelling in both my achilles tendons with my left being the worst, which is odd since my right ankle is actually the most painful. She also gave me some exercises and showed me how to massage the fluid away, and checked my insoles which are doing the job fine. I go back to see her on the 8th of April to see how I am getting on. I asked her if she thought this was autoimmune related or if she figured it was from overuse/flatfoottedness but she said that she was almost 100% it is autoimmune as it is in both feet, and it came on during a flare, and I have had insoles for years which appear to be doing their job correctly. I’m hoping the swelling will be down by April because I am not sure what they will suggest next. Thankfully I see my rheumatologist in March so I will be able to report back that the podiatrist believes this is autoimmune rather than mechanical.
So that appointment only took about 10-15 mins and then I was back on the road on a bus headed towards the bus station where I had to swap buses. I had a 45 minute wait at the bus station which wasn’t too bad but wasn’t the best. I don’t know why but I always seem to attract drama! I was sitting on the bench waiting for my bus and all of a sudden there was this overwhelming smell of weed [anyone who has smelt it will know what I mean], I looked around and there was a guy half hanging onto a railing smoking a joint, completely stoned. Past experience has told me not to bother a person when they are stoned unless you know they won’t kick off at you so I left the guy be until he had finished and asked him if was okay, he looked at me said he needed help and then collapsed… Seriously! [I told you I attracted drama]. So basically all my old first aid training kicked in, there was no danger so I shouted for help… there was loads of people around but I still had to shout twice before someone decided to come over and help and it was actually a girl who was my age, all of the adults just stared [thats the by-stander effect for you, look it up]. I asked her to phone an ambulance and sent another guy to find security. Thankfully the guy fell in the recovery position so I didn’t actually have to do all that much to help him other than keep him comfortable and get as much information out of him as I could. I am almost 100% certain that this guy collapsed because of the weed, but he did manage to tell me that he had a blood clot somewhere in his body which could possibly have explained the collapse. In this time, I managed to miss my bus so I had to wait another hour! And then I had the bus ride from hell, with 2 children who just wouldn’t pipe down… I understand it is a long way for small kids to travel on public transport and I was patient with them but when a kid wipes their spit on my face I am not happy about it… I felt sorry for their poor granny who was trying to keep them under control.
So now I am back home and I have finally had something to eat, and I am relaxing, watching some netflix but man to day has been rough on my joints… they are so achy and swollen… and apparently my achilles tendons want to join in properly rather just being the nagging pain I’ve had for the last month… fun times guys.