My husband, David has Psoriatic Arthritis. He was diagnosed a year ago, at age 23. He’s only ever had mild psoriasis on his scalp. We actually didn’t know it was psoriasis until the rheumatologist told us. David has a family history of rheumatoid arthritis, so we were relieved to know he does not have the rheumatoid factor, although I recently learned that it could develop into rheumatoid arthritis.
David takes several different medications. The rheumatologist thinks he should go into remission. It could be today, it could be next year. There’s no time frame. The cold really bothers him, as do changes in the barometric pressure. He takes two or three baths a day with epsom salts. He sees a chiropractor a few times a week, and gets a massage or two every month.
And still, with all that, he’s in constant pain. It’s miserable.
The arthritis is so bad we’re selling our beautiful home because David can’t handle the stairs when he has a flare up. The last severe flare up completely immobilized him. I couldn’t leave him. My parents brought us meals. His parents brought us groceries. We need to be closer to our family in case it happens again.
Everyone keeps telling David he needs to exercise. But how exactly is he supposed to do that when it’s a struggle to get out of bed in the morning?
The arthritis is quite a strain on our marriage. David goes to work and then crashes at night. He’s not up to going on dates. Most evenings we’re sitting at home watching a movie. We can’t go to the movie theatre because it’s difficult for David to sit in the chairs for so long. If we take the dog for a walk, it’s a good day. But there is no going to the mall, no bowling or putt-putt. No fairs, no opera. Nothing that requires sitting or standing for any length of time.
David can’t help around the house. He can’t help me move furniture or bring in groceries. Sometimes without thinking I’ll ask him to help me with something. And sometimes he does something stupid like play duck duck goose with kids at church. Then he’s in agony for days afterwards, and I’m resentful.
Even though it totally sucks that my husband has PSA, we really are very blessed. David has a good job. He can even work from home when he’s having a very bad day. Frankly, the fact that he’s still able to work is a huge blessing. We have health insurance. Our family lives nearby. We have the prayers and support of our church. And you know, at least we know what’s wrong, and he’s being treated.
It’s terrible…the suffering that goes along with chronic illnesses. My thoughts are with you and your husband. Such young lives with needless burden.
My father was sick with MAJOR illnesses his entire life. Everything was an emergency. We never knew where we stood. And I have fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue. I feel your pain.
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