Nope, not telling you to suck it up. This is the dreaded gap at its worst: try a new drug, wait three months (suffering) to discover it’s a non-starter. Repeat. And repeat. Pretty well everyone has a gap of several months, except for the odd person who gets put on a biologic immediately and who responds quickly. That’s like winning the lottery! No, Pooh my friend, you may have had “suck it up” hints before, but I think we’re way past that. What you are enduring is just plain rotten and I’m sorry you are going through this.
Well looking at the bright side, you’re still making progress: you’re a step closer to treatment that will probably work. And not being on methotrexate, you can at least pop a cork without having an anxiety attack. But that doesn’t make things better for you today, does it?
Can you get the dexa scan moved up or done privately? I’m assuming the scan is to help decide whether the steroids were a factor in your fractures. I had a quick google, and it looks like a private scan would cost you about 65 GBP. That might be your express ticket to a welcome shot in the bum to keep you going for a bit longer.
How about short term leave from work? No, that’s a stupid idea: you’d just be bored at home with the dog. And boredom and pain don’t mix well.
How about renting a mobility scooter so that, at the very least, you can take the dog 'round the block? One of you will be happy anyway! I remember being in Florida when I was in a state similar to yours and I was miserable. My poor husband. I had resisted the idea of a scooter for various reasons, mostly pride and parsimony. Then one day the dog was whining, you know the way they do when they want a walk, and I thought “Dammit, I’m going to buy one of those things if only to be able to take the dog for a spin.” And the next day I did, figuring that I could always sell it in the unlikely event of my becoming mobile again. That was the decision that facilitated a bit of freedom for me: I could shop, go for walks, and have a measure of freedom again. The dog loved it, and I coped much better with my pain and limited mobility because my mental health improved a bit.
Getting the scooter also saved some of what little energy I had, and it facilitated finding a bit of distraction for my stuck-in-a-rut brain. I could shop without feeling desperate about pain and fatigue. The dog got extra walkees, and I got to talk to people we met. I got fresh air and scenery. Did I like tooling around on a mobility scooter? No, and I still don’t. But I loved what it allowed me to do. And it did make that horrible time a bit less horrible.
Think about it. If I lived in the UK, I’d get one like this. Or if you’re more like I am most of the time (that is to say, um … frugal) I’d be looking for a used set of wheels. I think @Jules_G knows of a place to get them.
Pooh, I’m really sorry about what you are going through, and you’ve gone through so much already. You know I understand what it’s like to be where you are now, as do plenty of others here. Yes, it stinks. But you’ve got to find the few things that you can do that may help (even if they only help a bit) and just do them. And lean on us, of course. That’s always free.