Rheumatoid Arthritis, i.e. Rheumatoid Disease, can really screw up your plans. My plan was to complete Word Press Blogging 101, organize my research methods, improve my writing skills and write daily. Then the fatigue sets in.  Low grade temperature, swelling feet, ankles, hands and wrists, neck. Pain saturated every joint in my body including my jaw.  I became a slow-moving zombie, too sick to become depressed. Life came to a grinding halt. Too nauseated to eat, but not losing an ounce.  Damn it!  I could see myself in that wheelchair and I just didn’t want to go there. My focus became surviving. I am on a schedule of tramadol and gabapentin. I am on prednisone. I could increase it but hate to.  More sleeplessness. I am on methotrexate injections, Plaquenil, and meloxicam plus the sister medications taken for the side effects. I understand better than I ever had before that I have few options left. I am heading for the slippery slope. Scary thought. My rheumatologist has given me most of what she had. Next …