Instead I have loads more horrible stuff.
I won't bore you with all the nitty gritty deets, but basically my body is attacking my muscles and my lungs and liver are inflamed. My joints just got caught in the crossfire.
So, after 50+ blood tests, x-rays, cat scans, an allergic reaction, and a couple of months where I've been sicker than I've ever been (x10), I finally have a diagnosis everybody agrees on. I think.
And some meds.
Five days ago, I started on steroids. Like the maximum amount any human can take to try and knock this shit out of my body. I'll be on overdrive for at least a month, and then they'll taper it down over the next few months after that. Then, the immunosuppressants kick in. This, of course, is very bad for you and has lots of fun side effects including getting fat.
Nobody can tell me if this will actually fix things (silly rabbit). Maybe it will go into remission, or maybe I'll have flare-ups forever. It's anybody's guess.
For now, it's the meds.
So, I'm dealing with it the best way I know how -- through self-deprecating humor. I've given this some serious thought. If given the choice of how to handle my personal brand of 'Roid Rage, I'd prefer to channel the 70's-style Bill Bixby/Lou Ferrigno Incredible Hulk with those bad blue contacts, spotty green body paint, and torn up cut-off jean shorts.
Now, when I bulk out and Hulk out, you'll know why.
Before I go stomp on a village, just wanted to say thanks to everyone who's reached out to me recently. Your comments, texts, emails, phone calls, lunches, dinners, and hugs have warmed my little green heart.
tags: health, holidays, rants