So... last night was really bad. Like, REALLY, REALLY bad. I apparently had some sort of emotional breakdown. I ugly cried uncontrollably for hours. I did not sleep, again. I was (and still am) very nauseated. I have felt off-balance before, but last night I felt wildly unstable and it was scary. I was straight up hysterical. I think the stress / PMS / Prednisone combo kicked my ass and won.
I called Dr. Crawford this morning (who was not in), but her nurse said that I could stop my low dose of Prednisone cold-turkey. As affected as I am by it I'm not sure if that's really for the best, but I am happy to not take it. Unfortunately, my hips and knees hurt less than they have in a great long while, but I can deal with physical pain much easier than all of this not sleeping / feeling crazy business.
When I spoke to Dr. Crawford's nurse I also told them I was not going to take the methotrexate shot - and I'm not. It's the same dosage that Dr. Edmond bumped me up to right before I saw Dr. Crawford - with one big difference: The shot is taken all at once and that much methotrexate will wipe me out for the whole weekend. Dr. Edmond had me taking half doses, twice a week with the pills. It hadn't even had time to kick in so no one knows that it wouldn't have worked.
His plan fits better with my life right now so I called Dr. Edmond and they are calling in more methotrexate pills and folic acid for me.
I just can't afford to be out of commission for a whole weekend. I have SO MUCH TO DO and I'm going to do it. So. I finally saw a specialist and now I'm not cooperating with her at all. And that makes me feel like shit, but the plan she laid out is not working for my life right now.
To everyone who helped talk me down last night: You are greatly appreciated. Like - when I finish my schooling and become a millionaire - I won't forget you. ❤