Long-time readers here will know that I have gout. But I haven’t had a gout attack for quite a while now. And that gave me a false sense of security. Added to the fact that I don’t like taking medicine anyway, and this led to my decision that I could stop taking anythin. I figured, “hey, I’m eating better, so I don’t need to worry about triggering an outbreak.”
Well, i was wrong. Though I did manage to go about four weeks since I stopped taking my medication. But, over the last weekend, the joints in my right hand started killing me. They were aching miserably. It took me a few minutes to figure out what was going on, actually. I was first thinking, I must have arthritis. I might’ve used that as an excuse, too, but my kidney is sending out distress signals. I’ve had two gout-induced kidney stones, and that’s more than enough for me.
So last night, I told Erin what was going on. And she rightfully told me, “Don’t you dare complain to me!” She’s told me a few times to start taking the meds again, but I told her, “Hey, I’m an adult, I can make my own choices!”
I can, but I can also learn lessons from my mistakes. And that was a big one. [ouchie] So I’m back on my meds, and won’t come off them again.