at war with reiter’s syndrome
This mornings visit to the specialist at poole hospital has meant I’m onto a new set of drugs. A reducing amount of steroids across 6 weeks, which, should… fingers crossed… set me straight… finally!
It’s been a long fought campaign… the initial salmonella, through the swollen n knackered joints and the seemingly disconnected symptoms… to this destroyer of all (hopefully)
For some reason, I’ve been chucking my empty drug boxes into a black hole next to my desk, I fished them out earlier and they seemed to fall into the shape of a tank.
(ok so maybe I moved them around a little after I got them out the black hole… honestly not much though)
Dread to think what that little machine o’ war cost me in charges!