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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C08BRnY-cCp7ImA9WhRRFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348566653964226099</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:57:37.858-05:00</updated><category term="DEXA" /><category term="thumb" /><category term="Reclast" /><category term="purpura" /><category term="fragility fractures" /><category term="osteoporosis" /><category term="bisphosphanates" /><category term="ribs" /><category term="elbow" /><title>Rheumatoided</title><subtitle type="html">My life with rheumatoid arthritis.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rheumatoided.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rheumatoided.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1348566653964226099/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Diane Murphy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16739481729222205146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Rheumatoided" /><feedburner:info uri="rheumatoided" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8CR3Y5cCp7ImA9WhdSF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1348566653964226099.post-2890362484593105204</id><published>2011-07-26T23:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:27:46.828-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-27T10:27:46.828-04:00</app:edited><title>One Big Blessing</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt; This post is VERY lengthy. Grab your tea and a comfy cushion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;With the above said, I'll just dive right in. I haven't posted since my last whine about my RD (rheumatologist) appointment in May and so much has happened since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my RD again on July 7, and we decided to give Orencia a try if I could somehow cover the outrageous cost. He told me he would use my symptoms, x-rays, joint count, and ADL score to convince my insurance company to cover the medication. I'm not sure how he did it, but they agreed to cover the drug and infusions after I meet my deductible. Since each infusion, even at the insurance company's discounted rate would be more than $600, I would have met my $2,500 deductible by September. But, since I have to have three infusions two weeks apart (and then monthly), that would be pretty much impossible to come up with. Bristol-Meyers Squib, the manufacturer of Orencia, is going to pay for the cost of the drug (not the cost of the infusion itself) minus $50 per infusion up to $5,000 per year. That leaves me to pay $264 per infusion until my deductible is met. That is difficult, but I'm doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first infusion on July 19. I was a little nervous about side effects because I simply don't have time to be down for even a day. I went to my doctor's office for my infusion. They put me in a great big comfy recliner, started an IV, infused the drug, gave me crackers and ginger ale, and took my vitals 3 times. The actual infusion took 30 minutes and I had to wait another 30 for my post-infusion vitals. I had no side effects whatsoever. How beautiful is that? The nurse called the next day, although I missed the call, to see how I was feeling. I was treated pretty good. I'm scheduled again for Aug. 2, Aug. 16 and Sept. 16. I'll also be seeing my RD again on the 16th, which is convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to expect the drug to take up to 8 months to work. Orencia is quite different from other RA biological drugs and is kind of a slow-poke. I read somewhere online that RA is like a running faucet. Other drugs dry up the puddle, but Orencia turns off the faucet. While other drugs control the symptoms (puddle) quicker, with Orencia, it can take time for the puddle to dry up. I'm willing to wait. I've been waiting for control of this disease for more than 5 years. I have a lot of hope and quite a bit of faith in my RD and in Orencia, so we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny when you read the warnings for drugs and they make it sound like nobody should take them. If you've ever been pregnant, have hair on your head, like chocolate chip cookies, have more than 7 fingers, blah, blah, blah, you should not take (insert any drug name here). I guess it is good that I tend to ignore most of those warnings now. I've taken almost everything there is to take and I'm still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned to have my thumb joint replacement this summer, while work is a little slower. And, I'd also planned to have the revision surgery on my elbow. But, my vice president at the university where I'm employed decided to send me to school 50 miles away, two days a week, for 11 weeks, to take a web design class. When I started my graphic design career, there were no computers. So, I guess I do need to learn this, and they are making an investment in me. I'm doing well and enjoying the class, but it has caused quite a few overtime hours to complete projects I would have had no problem completing during working hours. I do have my own .com address for my jewelry business (thanks to my son), so I'll be able to design and maintain my own site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much of a perfectionist that I graduated from college with a 4.0 and am finding that I have not changed. I'm determined to get an "A" in this web class. When I attended college before, I did not have RA, and I had a much sharper mind. But, RA has taught me to be fierce, too keep pushing when all I want to do is lie down and just STOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter moved back in and we've been rearranging the house again to give her some space of her own. I'm so glad to have my girl home with me again, though. She has been too far away for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that is going on, I am very tired and in a continual flare. I'm eating narcotics like candy and putting on my fake smile. I'm getting through and getting by the best I can. Sometimes, I feel I'm walking right up to the edge of a cliff and looking down. One little misstep and I'll plunge into a rocky crevasse and that will be the end. I'll be putting on my brave face again in the morning and looking away from that cliff. I'm going to pretend it isn't there and try to enjoy the minutes, the hours, the days, even if they are filled with pain that doesn't stop and worries that would keep me from sleeping if I weren't so tired. I have a picture in my head. My RD is a knight riding his grand white steed, Orencia, and they are coming to save me. Beware RA dragon, beware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348566653964226099-2890362484593105204?l=rheumatoided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What I thought would be a fairly "easy" appointment has me angry, upset and confused. Since I stopped methotrexate a couple of years ago, I've been getting by with only plaquenil, etodolac, prednisone and pain medication. My RD has been wanting me to restart the methotrexate, but I have refused. It made me feel sick and so tired all the time, that I'd rather have the joint pain and the eventual disfigurement. He has not been happy with my use of prednisone and would at least like to get my dose down to 5mg. I've tried numerous times with horribly painful consequences. I will have to have to add another DMARD to be able to manage a taper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, they took x-rays of my hands and feet and did the normal blood work. If the x-rays are good, he is giving me the choice of Arava, Remicade or Orencia. He prefers Orencia. He says that it has a lower risk of infection than the other biologic drugs. Since I don't have a spleen to fight infection, that is a very important factor. That has been the reason he has not started me on biologics. We had discussed Arava before, but he says that it is more liver toxic then they believed it to be. If my x-rays are not good, he says he will prescribe Orencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been researching all three drugs and checked this morning with my insurance company. The only one of the three drugs they cover is Arava. There is no way I could possibly afford Orencia or Remicade on my tiny salary. They likely cost more than I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so angry about the amount of money that is paid to my insurance company and that my deductible is so high that I may as well not have insurance. I'm angry that the medicine that my doctor believes I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEED&lt;/span&gt; is not covered. They are dooming me to a life of continued pain, disability and eventual disfigurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry too, at the drug manufacturers that make these drugs unavailable to so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will have to "choose" Arava and hope for the best. I've not had the best track record as far as tolerating medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my doctor also switched my Etodolac for Dolobid and my Salagen for Evoxac. I expect the change in anti-inflammatory will give me a short-lived decrease in problems. Whenever I start a new anti-inflammatory, I think, I feel great! But they always decline in their effectiveness over a few months. Maybe I'll get a more comfortable summer out of the switch though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that your insurance company actually "cares" for your health and that sometime in the near future (before it is too late), I'll find a treatment that is within my reach. I would have never thought I'd find myself in this situation. I really believed that with insurance came peace of mind. It is a terrible reality that I don't have that peace any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348566653964226099-916667834692549126?l=rheumatoided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Though I've had five years of experience with this disease, I've struggled recently with a new problem and lots of the same old ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to try again to taper my prednisone again. I knew, from my last attempt, that I should try to lower my dose by half a mg, and lower it every few weeks. I started my new dose and in a matter of a week, the heel of my left foot went completely numb. Over the last few weeks, my ankles had been my RA battlefield. They hurt all the time. They hadn't been swollen every day, but I knew that sometimes swelling isn't obvious. Yesterday they were noticeably swollen, and the numbness had extended to the top of my foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up my prednisone taper today and bumped up to a higher than normal dose. I thought I'd feel much better today, but everything hurts. My ankles &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(and fingers and elbows)&lt;/span&gt; are swollen, and my foot is still numb. I'm going to continue the higher dose for a few days and go back to my old "prescribed" dose when I'm doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my rheumatologist is right and I need a new DMARD to get this disease under control. I hate taking all these drugs. I wonder if they are really doing anything at all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(except the prednisone)&lt;/span&gt;. I know that my toes are not all pointing in the right direction. I need a new thumb joint, and a bunionectomy. And, what is going on inside these swollen, painful joints. Will there be more joint replacements to come? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to deal with BOTH the damage this disease does to your body and the effects of the crazy drugs you have to take to live with it. If I could find a drug that would stop the damage, I'd want it bad. But, as I mentioned, I've had this disease for five years and am still trying &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(along with a good team of doctors)&lt;/span&gt; to find the right treatment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't all gloomy, and I'm glad. I have a job that I love, even though it can be hard and stressful at times (well, maybe most of the time). I have a wonderful family, a home of my own and some wonderful furry friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the biggest mood booster this week is the weather. Gone &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(for now)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, are the frigid temperatures and ice covered everything. It is supposed to be in the 60s tomorrow. You can't ask for better than that mid-February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye socks and hose and shoes with toes! 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A student doctor removed them a little hesitantly and a couple just didn't want to come out. The doc said my incision looked beautiful. I'll let you be the judge. I guess when I'm brave enough to clean off all the dried blood it won't be quite so bad. There is still a lot of swelling and bruising, but I guess the incision itself does look pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started wrapping my arm with a roll of white fuzzy stuff and I asked what he was doing to me. I was mostly just suprised that he didn't clean my arm before he wrapped it. He told me he was going to put me in a new clean splint and then he said, "Wait a minute. I don't do this for most people, because most people don't listen to me. But, I think you'll listen to me." He left the room and came back with an elastic tube, slid it on my arm and told me to keep my sling on all the time, even in bed and to try to keep it in that position as much as possible. He said that would allow some movement, but not much. I'm not to use my arm until I see him next. I'll have to go back in three weeks to start therapy, or as he said, to "start moving this thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that I can take the tube off to shower and I can get my arm in tops that I couldn't get that log of a cast in (goodbye baggy t-shirts, hello warm sweaters!), but there are definitely some trade-offs. The cast offered protection and support that I don't have now. My elbow hurts going over bumps in the car, with very slight movement and when it is touched. I'm going to have to be especially careful with my grandson, my dogs and door frames (yes, I'm clumsy). I tried moving my arm both up and down and it just won't do it. That is a very strange feeling. I'm sure it will get better over the next three weeks, but therapy is going to HURT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good look at my incision in the mirror when I got home and had my son take the photos above. I'm not sure why, maybe just the cast, but my wrist and hand are really bruised and swollen. I should have had him photograph it next to my left hand to show the difference. The lightest color in the image is my usual winter skin color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping it will be a looooong time before I fall again and I'm going to do my best to stay as far away from the hospital as I can. I'm not looking forward to therapy or to the bills that are headed my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did learn today that the bone I fractured is called the olecranon (O-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Leck&lt;/span&gt;-Ra-Non). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life just a little too interesting sometimes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1348566653964226099-8912021882679081546?l=rheumatoided.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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