Tuesday was busy. Jay also saw his doctor. We (the doctor, Jay and I) are not happy with the way the remicaid is working. So we are taking the next step. Methotrexate, aka the scary shit. The dose is high enough that he needs to inject it. He needs to take an injection class (although given the number of sub-q shots I gave myself to conceive Soleil, I think I could teach him).
We now need to be extra careful about conception. It must not be allowed to happen. Too dangerous for the baby.
I hope this works. I really really really hate to see him in so much pain. And now to move up to a drug that is used in chemotherapy (his dose is higher than normal, lower than chemo)
This is scary shit, my friends. Scary shit