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As the responsible googling Internet citizen that I am, I scoured the web, searching for the good and bad on this new drug I was about to introduce to my body. Not surpisingly, I found loads of info about the anti-inflammatory drug, Mobic. It did have the usual list of side effects that ranged from nausea and stomach pain, to blurred vision and fever, but I didn’t see anything long term. Both the doctor and pharmacist did not show as much caution with this particular prescription either.

At first I felt like for the first time in almost a year, my outlook on a pain-free life was looking pretty bright. Swelling in my knees as subsided and I was feeling optimistic. The pain was still there, but I still wasn’t sure how my body would react. A couple more weeks went by and the pain would come and go. After a month I had another visit with the rheumatologist and my pain level felt about the same as the month earlier. At this point the doctor increased my weekly dosage and sent me back into the world with a scheduled appointment a month later. Again, the Mobic didn’t seem to help. When I first visited this specialist, he explained that if some drugs did not have effect I would need to increase dosage and then possibly try stronger, “more effective” pills or even injections. Upon my next visit, I began to grow weary my unsolved diagnosis and was ready and willing to try something new.

Next up: Methotrexate. This time I was clearly cautioned that this drug was serious and the side effects were serious and needed to be monitored much more often. Going back to the doctor’s lab often to monitor my blood and liver was required to make sure this new medication would not cause more complications. Here is where the little red flag popped up inside my head. Clearly, I had a problem with long term side effects. And after researching a little more, I found that this drug had more than a few. Severe toxicity to the liver, kidneys and bone marrow caught my attention pretty quickly. The doctor explained that with close supervision there wasn’t much to worry about. But his idea of worrying was different than mine.