I finished huffing paint fumes last night, and in the process wore myself out to the point of crankiness. Having a Nibbal Unit on the couch as usual with unusably sore arms wasn't exactly good for morale. Things need to improve if at all medically possible, and I told her so. She doesn't share my sense of urgency, but in fairness to her it looks like if she wants to try one of the experimental meds, she'll have to get off drugs that we know work more or less for several months. The study she's looking at participating in isn't the rituximab B-cell smackdown I've mentioned, but an interleukin 6 study that starts earlier and isn't as scary.
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