I want to hate my body. It seems it’s a natural mental process when it’s letting you down and you don’t like the way it looks, I guess, but I am trying very hard to remember all that it’s having to cope with and how marvellous it probably is. But it’s challenging.
As you know, I’m now taking steroids to help combat sarcoidosis and small fibre neuropathy, for which I now have a diagnosis after a positive skin biopsy. I have been taking the roids for several months now, and I’m not gonna lie – I’ve felt incredible, like I could take on the world! In fact, in my own way I did. I ran a marathon and a couple of half marathons. But nothing lasts forever, right?… and I’ve been jolted back to Earth with a thunderous bump!
My neurologist and the sarcoidosis specialist decided it was time to taper the steroids and I dropped from 30mg to 25mg two weeks ago, and since then I’ve had joint pain in my hands and for the past week I’ve experienced back/pelvic pain that sends electric shocks and aches down my legs. It’s very similar to the knee issues I had several months ago that turned out to be inflammation. It has now become so bad that for the past 24hrs I have barely been able to stand up straight – bent over like a crook – and my body is all off kilter when I do try, and aligning to the left. I look about 4 months pregnant at times because my stomach is so distended and it’s now becoming difficult to walk. My legs aren’t doing what my brain is telling them and of course it hurts. I’m taking codeine and ibruprofen (not ideal) and I’ve ordered that bloody walking stick I previously threatened to buy!!! And let’s not even talk about moonface…
I emailed my neurologist at the Chelsea yesterday – she’s flipping brilliant – and instead of reducing the prednisolone by 5mg every 2 weeks, she now wants it to be every 4 weeks until I reach 15mg, and I’ve also been prescribed methotrexate – an immunosuppressant with even more side effects – to help with the inflammation and swelling, which should assist with the pain.
I know it can all disappear as soon as it arrived but while it’s kicking off it’s utterly debilitating and depressing. The prospect of disability terrifies me. It also makes me realise what an able-bodied world we live in. And that makes me feel ashamed. All the things we overlook and take for granted. I hope all this shittiness makes me a better person in that respect.