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Rheumatoid Arthritis Type 1 Diabetes

Needles

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I have never, in the past 26 years, been so happy to be a Type 1 Diabetic. Earlier today I picked up my injectable methotrexate. I told the pharmacist that I needed syringes and she asked what type. I told her that I hadn’t injected insulin in 15 years but something short and super sharp would be great. She packed up twelve syringes for me and I left. 

Just a few minutes ago, I went to inject methotrexate for the first time (I used it in pill form awhile ago). When I took the cap off the syringe, I couldn’t believe how long the needle was! I figured I was just out of the whole syringe game and went to inject. The needle was so dull and thick that my scar tissued leg wouldn’t let it even pierce my skin. I tried twice. Nothing. 

I sat on my bed, frustrated, and then realized that I’m a Type 1 Diabetic, a neurotic one at that, and always prepared. Of course I have extra syringes, there’s even one in my purse! I searched through the closet and found a few. I quickly drew up the methotrexate and injected- first try, no pain, no issues! 

My syringe on the left, the “super sharp and short one”, given to me by my pharmacist, on the right. 

  

Rheumatoid Arthritis

Unpredictable

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After an evening of pain and irregular sleep, it was surprising to wake up this morning and actually feel ok. I didn’t have any major pain and was able to make breakfast for my family without feeling wiped out afterwards. I took my Meloxicam anyway. 

I ran errands with my daughter which I’m rarely able/willing to do because of either fatigue or pain. Nothing crazy- pharmacy, library, car wash, quick trip to the grocery store. I felt so great when I got home that I sat outside, listened to my audiobook, and enjoyed the Baltimore weather for a few minutes. I took a nap afterwards for about an hour, much shorter than usual! I dropped my son off to play basketball with some friends. Then I came back home. 

The minute I walked in the door, I knew it was coming. I sat my keys down on the counter and saw that my fingers were swollen. My hands started to ache terribly and both legs joined them. I felt like I had just gotten knocked down. 

What the hell? I didn’t do anything. I didn’t go run a marathon, didn’t clean the house, or even go to work. Why would pain come on so suddenly? 

I walked down to the basement to get the laundry, laid down on my husband’s weight bench, and cried. The pain was so strong and so frustrating. 

I always say that having Rheumatoid Arthritis is ten times worse than having Type 1 Diabetes. I don’t mean because of complications, life expectancy, medications, etc. Even though diabetes can is unpredictable, it at least gives you moments of consistency. You can at least assume that if you eat a Snickers bar, your blood sugar will go up (most of the time, ha!). Rheumatoid Arthritis has provided me with nothing even close to predictability. I have no idea what each day will bring. All I know is there will be pain at some point, in some capacity.