Yesterday, quite suddenly, breathing started to hurt. Coughing (which I am still doing a lot of) really hurt. Getting in and out of bed or rolling over was ow-ow-ow-ow-ow.
My first thought was pleurisy, which I'll admit I'm unreasonably paranoid about since my first highly unpleasant experience with it. I went back to my doctor.
Not pleurisy, but possibly a cracked or bruised rib from so much violent coughing.
But, after almost a month of this, I've now got a steroid puffer to use over the next week. If I'm still coughing then, I'll have another chest x-ray (no, thank you). Meanwhile, I skipped my methotrexate injection last night and emailed my rheumatologist to let her know.
In truth, the main reason I've been so grumpy about my health lately is that there are so many good things happening right now, and I want to be able to enjoy them properly. I feel as though I'm only half-experiencing things. I know many of you have been there, or are there even now.
First I flared. Then I couldn't eat. Then I caught this virus. Then I couldn't talk. Then I started getting nosebleeds. Then I did whatever I've done to my ribs.
Whose body is this? It doesn't feel like mine.
When I'm feeling better, which will hopefully be very soon, I will blog about much more interesting things. Promise.
Update: We can now add "coughing up blood" to the list of fun things I'm doing. On the upside, this steroid inhaler is pretty awesome. I might marry it.