The highs: being able to wear black, not having to Hoover my dead skin off off the floor on a daily basis, being able to do eye make up without skin flaking and peeling everywhere, no weird or sympathetic looks when soembody sees my neck, being able to open a bottled drink without pain from cracked dead skin.
The lows: spending every Sunday in the eternal limbo of “will my medication ruin my day today?” Being unsure if COVID-19 was ever a risk for me and having to deal with the mixed messaging around vaccinations and guidelines (having to fight my workplace to work from home was a true highlight of this!) Having to deal with period pains, toothache and headaches without the luxury of ibuprofen or aspirin (good lord do I miss ibruprofen…) Having to forewarn the phlebotomy department that my tiny veins aren’t going to be nice today, readying myself to say “I can’t have amoxicillin” to any doctor or nurse trying to prescribe antibiotics and watching them look up interactions.
I think I would be lying if I said that this marvellous yet terrifying medication didn’t impact my life in unprecedented and unpredictable ways on a daily basis. Last Sunday was a duvet day because good old Methotrexate decided to smack my arse into the sun for the day. The week before was okay. Lucky dip Sundays are the new wacky tie Wednesday except without the wacky tie, just the same hesitant unsureness that I felt back then.
All that said, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I lovey weird lucky dip pills, even if they do mean one day of my week is spent in permanent flux. #Psoriasis #Methotrexate