I talked with a friend this morning who has been struggling. She was asking about drugs that I have used, Humira is wearing down for her. I told her "I'm sorry you're in pain" before I realized the irony of that statement. Despite taking high priced, high powered drugs, we still hurt, at least I hurt every day. It takes extra pain for me to admit that I "hurt".
I have been where she is before. The drug just doesn't work for you any longer but you keep telling yourself I'm just in a flare right now. Once I get past it I will be fine ... but getting past it never comes. It's scary just thinking about changing meds due to fact that even if you and your doc do pick one that will help you, it often time takes weeks, if not months, to see the full effects of what a new med can do for you. This means that, in most cases you have put off changing meds for 3 or maybe 4 months, then switching and waiting another 3 or 4 months to see if it is going to work for you, you have lost nearly a year of your life. And it's not just the losing time, you are in varying degrees of pain for this time frame as well. I wished her luck and asked her to keep me informed of how she is doing once she switches.
I met a, new to the sport of adventure riding, guy quite by accident a couple of weeks ago. We have spiders and ants and had a company come out to spray the house, shop and yard. The guy freaks out when he gets out of the truck and sees my bike in the driveway. He has the same bike and is new to our area and looking for places to ride. So I took him on an easy 75 mile semi-adventure through the edge of the city, out through farm land and then rode down next to the Arkansas River for a few miles stopping at a lock and dam. Then I took him through an abandoned camp ground that would make a good setting for a slasher type movie if it would have been night time. It is gratifying to see someone new to the sport get so excited over what I take for granted riding. Plus he lives less than 4 miles from me so we will be riding together more this fall.
|Spent the day on the lake last week, different view of a bridge.|
|Plane buzzed us and waved it's wings after Donna waved at it.|
|This crane was none too happy with me taking his picture,|
|A little forest road action.|
|A piece of abandoned highway we rode.|