July 19 marked the one-year anniversary of my relationship with Imuran (aka, azathioprine). It’s been one hell of a time. The first two days were fab. The next several weeks were pure hell as Imuran was not going to allow me to keep anything down. MG was being its typical asshole self the whole time. Hair started coming out in a major way after four months or so on it. It was around that time that I started noticing that I was better able to make it through a few extra hours each day, but when I crashed, I crashed hard. Today, thanks to letting go of a major stressor (my former employer), and having a little more time to rest when I need to, things have become a bit more stable. I still crash, but it isn’t as difficult to recover. My hair no longer comes out in clumps, just cycles of major shedding then new growth (all gray ). I still occasionally experience bouts of nausea but all in all, Imuran and I are getting along to fight the MG demon. Perhaps this time next year I’ll be able to walk one or two miles of my former four-mile route around the lake.
Happy Anniversary, Imuran!