Now that enough time has passed, I feel like I can really delve into the impact my escapade to the Washington, D.C., area for the National Psoriasis Foundation‘s National Volunteer Leadership Conference and Capitol Hill Day a couple of weeks ago.
As I said before, I asked for a preemptive steroid taper to help me get through the drive to D.C. and all the walking I knew I’d be doing once I got there. I finished that today, actually, though my NP was awesome enough to add a refill to it in case I need a quick taper again. And despite the fact that I managed to stave off prednisone weight gain by working out on our borrowed NordicTrack just about every day and the crazy thirst that made me have to pee 4,506,597 times per day and the oddly vivid dreams and nightmares, I know I would not have survived that trip very well without it.
The Professor and I went up to the D.C. area a few days before the conference for two reasons: to see the sights (like the Newseum!) and to give me time to recouperate from being in the car for several hours. We timed it pretty well and ended up not hitting any traffic around Richmond, Va., or D.C. Our first full day there, we took it pretty easy, just running a few errands and grabbing the first of many cinnamon dulce iced soy lattes from Starbucks. (Yum.) On Saturday, the day before the conference, I seriously overdid it. We went to the Newseum (!)—which was amazing; we didn’t have time to see everything, so we saw the Katrina, 9/11 and Berlin wall exhibits and the Pulitzer gallery—before hitting the Washington Monument and the World War II memorial. That was a ton of walking, and my hips were sore for days after. But, thanks to the prednisone, I was able to push through.
The conference itself was amazing; if I ever get the chance to go again, I would definitely built in more rest time so I felt able to do more socializing! But it was great to meet people who so totally got it—as well as people from the National Psoriasis Foundation that I’d talked to on the phone or by email before. It was nice to get a face to go with the voice or the name—especially since not a one looked the way I pictured.
Overall, now that I’m back home and back into my regular crazy routine, all of that didn’t knock me out the way I had expected it to; my psoriatic arthritis is still not perfectly controlled but not any worse than it was and my skin still hasn’t decided whether it wants to flare or not, but it hasn’t been pushed over the edge (yet). So, all in all, I guess the trip was a success in more ways than one.