Yes, though I'm very disappointed that my legs haven't started working normally so I still can't get in or out of a chair without slowly and painfully lowering/raising myself using my arms.
I thought I'd be floating off into the clouds like a helium balloon after losing the first 20kg, the equivalent of a sack of compost. Or bounding across the Welsh hills like a gazelle.
I've been trying to get my right leg to work properly again since I spent 10 months in 2021 doing a Quasimodo impersonation after each AstraZenica vaccination triggered the worst rheumatoid arthritis flare I've ever experienced. Every step was a symphony of agonising pains, every joint feeling as if it had been filled with sand, and the tendons and muscles inflamed. The least painful way to drag myself from bed to chair to toilet was with two sticks or a zimmer frame, dragging my right leg behind me. When the flare faded around Christmas that year the right leg was twisted and a different length compared to the left leg.
I spent 18 months doing strength building leg exercises from YouTube physiotherapists while waiting to be seen by the NHS, before finally being told that our local trust no longer offers one to one outpatient physiotherapy. Then I waited another 6 months for it to be my turn to start one of the leisure centre groups they provide for outpatients. Only to then be told by the physiotherapist none of the three group sessions (cardio rehab, weight loss or strength) on offer were suitable for someone who can't stand without two sticks, can't get on and off the floor, or even manage to climb on and off the machines, so they couldn't help me after all.
I ended up paying for private physiotherapy. At the first session I was told to stop all the exercises because they were preventing the leg from healing. After five sessions of massage, deep heat and EMS the leg was still inflamed and the physio asked if I'd spoken to the rheumatologist about the lupus myositis and tendonitis in my right leg. That was the first time anyone mentioned that lupus might be causing the problem, the rheumatologist certainly didn't mention it when I asked for the referral to NHS physiotherapy!
I had to wait until February this year to see the rheumatologist again. She rolled her eyes and sneered "who told you that?" when I asked if lupus could be preventing my leg from healing. When I said it was the private physiotherapist who raised it as a possibility. She grunted and started printing out blood test forms without explaining why, I got the impression she was going to use the results of the blood tests to dismiss my concerns, but I haven't heard anything since and the tests were all done at the end of March.
My next plan, if I ever manage to muster the energy, is to rock up to a GP appointment, lower myself into the patient chair and demand a DIAGNOSIS of what is making my leg so painful, feeble and untrustworthy, and refuse to budge from the chair until I get a TREATMENT PLAN.
The left leg currently does all the work, but the left knee sometimes gives out without any prior warning, and would send me crashing to the ground if I wasn't always clinging to a stick or walking frame. Then it often refuses to click back into place so that it hurts like hell to stand on it. Which means that every single step is accompanied by a litany of swearing and cursing. I try to keep this under my breath, but got a filthy look off someone when dragging myself down a long hospital corridor, so I think my hearing is also deteriorating. I now try to remember to only swear in Swedish when out in public.
It's nice to be able to buy clothes from non-specialist shops, and to sit on a bus without worrying that I'm taking up 2 thirds of the adjacent seat. But I really want to be able to walk without being stabbed several times in the groin for every step, needing a noose round my foot to lift my right leg in and out of a car, and to be able to bend down without having to stretch my right leg out behind me (like someone lifting their little finger while sipping tea) because the bastard refuses to flex.
I was looking forward to no longer being fobbed off at every medical appointment with everything being blamed on my obesity. However it turns out that I left it too late, and now they just say "you have to expect it at your age" because I'm 68.
One of my neighbours just had his hip replaced. He was told that our local NHS trust no longer offers physiotherapy to the over 65s, and he should just get on with it himself.