This past week has been crazy. Since my diagnosis on Monday, I've had a lot of decisions to make.
On the work front, a job was available, and I was being interviewed yesterday.
On the health front I had no idea how I was going to react to new drugs – I'd decided to take Methotrexate and Enbrel aka etanercept (if my insurance company would approve the Enbrel).
Behind the scenes, my life was changing.
What to do? What to do?
The extra money a promotion would bring would come in handy. After all, this arthritits thing could get bad, couldn't it? I've done a lot of research, and while many people manage well on meds, there are plenty who don't. Plus, I really wanted the job and had for a long time. I'd worked my butt off, quite frankly, and was the person who filled in for it as a matter of course.
In the end, thought, the decision was easy: my health was the most important thing.
How do I feel? Sad, but life goes on, and now, the big decisions on the job will be someone's else responsibility. The only big decisions I have to worry about are my own.