Clinging on to nurse for fear of something worse

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Shoulders:2
Wrists & Thumbs:2
Ankles & Toes:0

Yesterday I decided to try and reduce the diclofenac diet, missing out the mid day dose. It was what Mr Humphrey might have described as a "courageous" decision, Minister. I was duly rewarded by the closing of a hot vice around my shoulders by evening and by bed time I had already reached for the familiar bubble pack.

Sleep was again interrupted, this time at 2am, by telephone traffic from afar reacting to a local bereavement. Consequently this morning I am both a little sore and a little tired again.

Still, this is now week three of the sulfasalazine and the dose has been increased to 75% of the final level. All up I don't feel too bad, perhaps a little queasy although it might just be jet lag from the interrupted sleep.

At this rate I might think about resuming a place in the economic process after I come back from France.