One week on the new anti-inflammatory and my hands are starting to look like my hands again. (I was going to say they were starting to look like normal hands again, but my hands are built so slim that they probably looked more normal when they were swollen!)
Thankfully the pain is down significantly in my joints. My feet still start whining if I stand on them for more than a minute or two and my hands are quite displeased with how long I was typing this evening, but on the whole I am feeling better. My hip is now spending more time settled properly than it is subluxed, and my knees only feel like someone took a baseball bat to them when I go up or down stairs.
It’s a real relief. It doesn’t make all the maybes about what’s going on feel any better, but anyone who has lived with significant pain will tell you that being in severe pain that isn’t stopping is really terrible for your morale, especially when you don’t know why you hurt. Either part – the uncertainty or the pain – is one hell of a lot easier without the other. I wouldn’t say I’m optimistic at this point, but it would be fair to say I’m not feeling quite so glass-half-empty.
It’s not half full, it’s not half empty. Right now, my glass is just…half.
I can live with that.