Ice cold

I felt a little sorry for the doctor yesterday. He's a fairly young man, maybe 40 or so, with a mostly thankless job. When he called me into his office, he asked me if my wrist and thumb joints were still swollen and hot. He reached out and took ahold of my right wrist. Yes, your wrist is still hot. What I noticed was that his hand and fingers felt ice cold. I'm sure they weren't, it's just that my wrists and hand are so hot. Feverish. What I have is "inflamed" joints, after all. The doctor seemed dejected about having to let me leave without having figured out what my condition is or being able to come up with a cure.

I'll go back to the pharmacy on Monday morning to get the doctor's prescription for Prednisolone filled. Then I'll start my one-week course of the drug. I don't want to go out today because I've already done too much driving this week. Turning the steering while hurts my wrists. The newer Citroën car (only 16 years old!) seems to have better power steering than the nearly 25-year-old Peugeot. The Citroën is a fairly staid sedan, designed and built for comfort. The Peugeot is a sportier car, designed and built for fun driving. Until now, I had never really understood that about the two cars.