When ignorance is not blissBMJ 2003; 327 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.327.7419.877 (Published 09 October 2003) Cite this as: BMJ 2003;327:877
- Wendy Jones
- long term patient, mother, and NHS employee
My naive journey into the world of prescription drugs and their side effects began one chilly October morning 14 years ago, hand in hand with my life changing, soul crushing companion—psoriatic arthritis. I awoke suddenly to find that, out of the blue, my right knee had swollen to the size of a tennis ball. That's strange, I thought to myself; I don't recall having had any bumps or injuries there.
After two weeks, the painful swelling was still causing difficulty in walking, and I went to see my general practitioner. I was referred to an orthopaedic consultant, but it was a nine month wait before I saw him. In his opinion, I had torn a cartilage. However, after another year of tests—during which time another three joints were …