King of the Castle

As I trundled my way to work on this beautiful sunny Sunday just past, I took in the familiar sights and sounds of the delightful city me and my husband are lucky to call home. Many things about that walk were the same, my legs were stiff, muscles in my arm sore and I felt the usual foggy headedness that plagues me every morning in the hour and half before my medication kicks in. But there was one thing that had significantly changed, the air was fresher, the sky bluer and as if someone had thrown the gates opened wide and beckoned us in like old friends, the whole city became a world of opportunity, that which finally opened Saturday when we were told we're eligible for a mortgage.

Changing lanes

If past three years have taught me anything, then I'd have to say it's the ability to become highly adaptable. Life doesn't stay the same for anyone for too long, but with lupus you learn to live life not so much on a knife edge, but with eyes in the back of your head prepared for any sudden change, whilst at the same time looking forward to what is normality.  Less life in the fast lane and more life facing the on coming traffic.
These past few weeks again have given me the opportunity to use my chameleon like powers of adaptability and begin some new adventures on a different medication.
For multiple reasons my consultant and I have decided to put me on the slightly friendlier drug Azathioprine. Easily done yes? No.