Things are changing
I’ve never been nervous or scared about putting something in my body. From eating Huhu grubs to getting my belly button pierced at 14 with my mum standing by my side, I’ve always been confident with my decisions. The way I see it, my body is the only thing that I’m stuck with forever, so I better make sure that what I’m doing with it is something that I can live with. So here we are, just over a week after my latest immunologist appointment and about to take medications that could have some pretty serious side effects. The last medication that I was on, plaquenil, wasn’t working. I still couldn’t manage to go up more than one and a half flights of stairs without my knees feeling like they were being torn from the joints. By the end of the day my hips, knees and back felt like I had been training off 10 meter for a double session. I would wake up with my thighs feeling like I had done a million squats during the night, and let me tell you, I did not have the figure for that! That l