Well it's official - I'm off the sulfa.
I had a 2 week break and my bloods went back to normal. Then Dr A put me on it again for 3 days and we did bloods yesterday. My white blood cell count's dropped by a point, so she's almost sure it's the meds.
I'm starting hydroxychloroquine next week. Woop dee doo. I've finally learnt how to pronounce it, so that's a start.
I'm pretty bummed out about my stupid bad luck. I'll try and snap out of it and focus on the fact that apart from one slightly dodgy thumb I feel really well so I shouldn't waste my 'feeling well' time being depressed about a treatment failure. And I know that worrying about the future is pointless...but why oh why do I still do it??
Maybe I'll go watch the new Twilight movie, that'll make me laugh. The whole thing is sooo bad but for some reason I've seen them all. And no, I don't secretly fancy teenage vampires. Or warewolves.