On Monday, I had my regular six-monthly check up at the PsA clinic. It seems a bit odd to make a long train journey and do a night in a hotel to be told that I’m not getting worse (I knew that already!), and to continue treatment as prescribed.
And yet, it was great to be at that point. Finally! After decades of being a medical mystery, followed by a frightening diagnosis followed by several years of deterioration, ineffective treatment and worry, it is such a relief. I know what I have, and I know what has to be done. I also know what my limitations are. But know what? I’m fine with that. This thing is now the devil I know…
On the way home, I picked up my new orthotic-friendly combat boots. They are comfortable. Buttugly, but comfortable.
It must feel wonderful to be at that point. And personally, I’m a big believer in clunky ugly shoes, so I would probably compliment you on your new boots. Good to hear that things are stable.
It is, for me, so much better to know what I'm up against than the unknown....Glad you have reached that point and can now move forward....in comfortable boots! :)
The offer of customisation of those boots still stands ;-) I'm really pleased that your docs have confirmed how you've felt you've been doing ...... onwards march!