Twenty days in and things are definitely looking up.  Not only am I feeling almost human again, I no longer look like an extra from Thriller.  

I’ve gone up to my final daily dose of 150 mg and I had my first blood test on Monday. Thank heavens my local nurse is better with the needles than the last one, as I’m going to be seeing an awful lot more of her going forward.

The best news so far is that (fingers crossed, wood touched) some of the excruciating pain from my hands and arms seems to have calmed down a little. This in itself is a monumental moment as I’m now able to push doors open, pick up a cup of tea and hold my husband’s hand without wincing and grimacing. Understandably that last one was starting to give him something of a complex!

My energy levels are still on par with a hibernating bear, but baby steps and all.  I’m reminding myself that first and foremost I was put onto the Azathioprine to help with the pain, so anything else that improves is a bonus.

Rewind to Day 10. Fast forward to Day 60.