Since I started the steroids a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been ticking of little milestones: today I can bend the leg a bit, today I managed to walk round the garden … and bigger ones, today I stopped using my stick, today I made it onto my favorite local footpath … but today’s milestone is the biggest of all; hubby and I had a two-mile walk along said footpath and my leg wasn’t even twinging a bit at the end of it. So I think it’s safe to say the flare is finally over.
I was a little concerned that the hand pains that went away completely while I was on the steroids started to come back as soon as I was off them. However, they seem to have gone again and at least for now all is well.
I’m still waiting for a call back from the consultant, so no doubt that will happen in the next couple of days and I’ll have to say, ‘Well here’s the history, but I’m absolutely fine at the moment.’ That’s the story of my life when talking to the consultant or his minions! (Not that I want to be not-fine, but it would actually be useful to be able to talk to them while I’m having a flare so they can see the evidence!)
Meanwhile on the COVID front, everyone’s acting as though lockdown is completely over – which it isn’t. Numbers of cases have gone right down, but who knows if they’ll stay that way when everyone is acting like idiots. I hope the numbers stay down, because otherwise it won’t be the idiots that suffer for it, it’ll be the vulnerable people who are still doing their best to stay safe and, in some cases, shield.