random act of culture

I just saw this on another blog and had to share.

Every year, my high school chorus puts on a concert from Handel’s Messiah, including, of course, the Hallelujah Chorus. I still have my copy of the Messiah, with notes on where to take breaths, when to sing brightly and so much more. This just brought it all roaring back.

So, enjoy.

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This latest flare of mine has definitely taken a turn for the worse. Everything hurts, even joints that don’t normally trouble me: both shoulders, the top and bottom part of my spine (but not the centre), hips, knees, my left wrist. I feel a bit like the  Tin Man, from the Wizard of Oz; if only all I needed to keep from being rusty was a bit of oil.

I guess this means the triple therapy my rheumatologist suggested at our last meeting isn’t working. I’m not really sure what my options are now; I’ve tried a lot of different things already to various degrees of success. I guess that’s why I see my rheumatologist, to have a partner in finding the best treatment for me right now.

I tend to do best on biologics, even if they don’t push me completely into remission. I’m not too keen on trying Simponi—one of the few I haven’t been on—because of the side effects; maybe because it’s usually more effective for people with psoriatic arthritis, like me, its potential side effects are particularly devastating. But I guess I’ll hold onto my concerns and see what my rheumatologist has to say. I have an appointment next month, but I hope she can see me sooner; I’m not so sure I’ll make it to my appointment in one piece.

Still, I’m trying to look on the bright side. I had to leave work early today, but at least I got a short nap in. All of this pain and exhaustion is forcing me to slow down, which means I get to spend more time with the Professor. That’s always a good thing.

So, I wait and see, and try to keep my spirits up. At the moment, that’s enough.