Today was my last day on a six-day prednisolone taper. I wasn’t expecting much from it–the last time it was prescribed, it took two tapers, weeks apart, to work on the bursitis pain in my hips. When the pain finally eased (it didn’t completely go away), the relief lasted about four weeks before ramping up again.
So you can imagine how pleased I was to get out of bed this morning with only a little pain in my hips and hardly any stiffness. At the same time, the rheumatoid arthritis pain and stiffness in my hands and wrists, which was just as ugly last night, was also much better this morning.
I spent the day down in the valley with my aunt and uncle. After making breakfast for him–a cheese-and-veggie-stuffed omelet, toast and fresh fruit–I made up a long list and did their grocery shopping. It went great until the last fifteen minutes or so, when that low, vague ache and feeling of weird looseness in each hip joint started. I finished up the shopping and headed back to the house, carried everything in and put it away, and then, finally, rested for a while. I was proud of myself, gang.
It was a gift, being nearly pain-free, even if it was only for half a day. And it gave me a nice dose of hope, too. With luck, this mean bursitis pain will take a powder for several weeks again. With really good luck, maybe it will go away completely.
Feeling better allowed me to enjoy the abandoned, four-week-old kitten my aunt is caring for. The mama cat is feral and left it on my aunt’s front porch. My mother adopted one of the kittens from mama cat’s last litter, and now Emma is about four-and-a-half months old. My aunt plans to foster wee BoBo until he’s old enough to be adopted out by one of our local animal rescue organizations.
I spent the afternoon making dinner for aunt and uncle, taking breaks now and then to rest a little and, yes, help her feed BoBo with an eye dropper. On my way home this evening I picked up a miniature bottle with a rubber nipple at a pet store; I’m planning to take it over to my aunt’s tomorrow. It should work a lot better than an eye dropper for a kitten that’s still so small it needs to suck.
I’m achy tonight. The rheuma is back in my hands and wrists, and my hips hurt. But my mood is 1,000 percent brighter. What a big difference a small break from pain–and a tiny black kitten–can make.