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So today I started my test dose of methotrexate, the drug the pharmacist freaked out on me over .

why are you on this drug?! it’s a cancer drug! - pharmacist*

Yah, it’s hardcore stuff, but it’s been used for years with psoriasis, and, well, it’s time to try something new.

This drug I’ve been dancing around for a few years now - I didn’t want to take it because I didn’t want to do some toxic mambo with my reproductive life, and in general it just sounds funky. But, I’ve done all the drugs out there, and this is a new territory for me, so who knows.

So right now it’s just a test dose - 5 mg. Then a blood test. then another 5mg for a total of 10 mg. Then another blood test. Slowly moving up the ladder of what-the-fuck is going to happen now until I sit on top of 15 mgs. And then who knows. I better be clear because I don’t want to make this a lifestyle.

Oh and here’s the sweet part - no alcohol. The drug likes to tickle the liver, so happy holidays, me. Enjoy it without so much of a sippy sip.

But here’s to new things and new possibilities. I’m looking forward to seeing what is next in the grand scheme of things, and I’m hoping this is the one that’s going to fix it. More updates to follow.

Char

*He looked like Beaker while saying this. So to make me laugh, I bring you: