My thanks to those who said they had no reaction to Reclast (and yes, that’s what it was); I don’t want to be scaring people.
Mine was fierce: it felt like both my lupus and my Crohn’s went nuts. Shooting pain, joints, shivery fever all night, barfing night and day. It has finally let up just enough that I can sit up long enough to type this. “One of the unlucky ones,” the doctor said to Richard on the phone.
Then he asked if I had hives. No. I really am one of the lucky ones after all; I should be able to take it again, then, and I do need it.
I was reading my messages, glad for the connection to the world outside my room, but was unable all day to sit up to answer them.
One, the best one of all, was from my sister: her granddaughter was born last night, to parents who had been trying to conceive and to carry to term. She’s absolutely beautiful: big wide-open eyes looking back, a full head of dark hair.
Just like my John looked like as a newborn.
We are so blessed.