Another dreary day here in the hospital. Looks like it’s pretty damn depressing outside too, which frankly makes me feel a little bit better. I always hate being locked away here when it’s gorgeous and sunny outside. Here in the Midwest it sure seems like Spring/Summer are never going to arrive. It’s the middle of may and we’ve only broke 70 degrees a handful of days, it’s not snowing which is a definite bonus, but not quite nice out either. I’m pretty sure that it’s going to be a very mild summer.
Anyway, I am feeling quite a bit better. I’m still moving a bit slow and am severely fatigued, but I’m willing to bet that that’s more due to the lack of food… the last solid food I ate was 6 days ago. I’ve been able to have some liquids for the past two days, but the nurses are still working on getting a “general/soft diet” approved for me. Wish me luck, my appetite is coming back and I’m starving!! I certainly don’t feel like roadkill like I did earlier this week though, and I reluctantly have to give credit to the drug cocktail they have me on (no pain killers for more than a day!!) as much as I don’t like it.
So normally I refuse Prednisone as long as I can. I hate that damned drugs and pretty much anyone with an autoimmune disease does. It’s just a horrible, horrible drug… but it works. It’s the quickest way to get out of a flare (which is perfect for me right now since it seems like it’s the new section of inflammation that’s actually causing me so many issues) and I need to be back at a functioning level as quickly as possible. So back when I was still in the ER, they started the IV bag before I even had a chance to ask what it was, so back on Prednisone I go. I’m looking forward to getting better… but adding moon-face, skin problems, skin pain and joint pain/swelling to the mix? Oh, and I can’t forget my favorite side effect… Mood Swings! Booyah. In people who already have “mental issues” (I have an anxiety disorder) it brings it out a bit more. *Sighs* Oh well, I’ll just count down the days until I can get off of it.
Besides Prednisone, it looks like we’re almost 100% sure that I’m going to stop taking Remicade. My GIs want to switch me to Cimzia, I’m not looking forward to having to fight tooth and nail to get my insurance to cover that, but like I said before, my doctors have already started that fight for me. From what I understand, I’ll also be upping the dose for my 6mp as well and most likely be coming home with every Crohnie’s favorite antibiotics (just guess). (Side-note: since Remicade/6mp are both classified as Chemotherapy Drugs now, I have to have a special nurse come and give me my meds… pretty freaking weird if you ask me.) So hopefully with all of that (and I’m assuming I can discontinue the Entocort, since that was just us trying to avoid Prednisone) I can start getting back on track.
Whatever. All I know is that I’m super antsy and the longer I stay here, the lower my mood slumps. I’m missing my kiddo pretty bad too (even though it’s only been a day and a half since I last saw her), she’ll be coming up here for dinner tonight after school, so I’m excited for that. Hopefully I can go home soon, I miss the boyfriend and the animals too. *Sighs* Back to surfing the internet, it’s almost time for me to harass the nurses for food again. I already balanced my checkbook and paid all my bills… I ran out of stuff to do so I did the adult stuff that was on my list. Blah.