Other traditional treatments such as corticosteroid injections can reduce pain and increase function in those suffering from joint disease. Corticosteroids (glucocorticoids) are drugs related to cortisol, and include betamethasone (Celestone), budesonide (Entocort EC), cortisone (Cortone), dexamethasone (Decadron), hydrocortisone (Cortef), methylprednisolone (Medrol), prednisolone (Prelone), prednisone (Deltasone), and triamcinolone (Kenalog). Cortisol is a hormone naturally produced in the adrenal cortex that has a number of effects, including inhibition of inflammation. Corticosteroids have side effects of their own and injections should not be done more than twice a year to prevent damage to cartilage.
Corticosteroids can inhibit growth in children and decrease bone mineral density, although growth inhibition is reversible. Steroids suppress the immune response, increasing risk of infection, and decrease bone mineral density. Other side effects of steroids include low blood sugar, changes in consciousness, nauseas, seizures, or in rare cases death. You can also develop symptoms like Cushing's Disease (an excess production of cortisol in the body). These include deposits of fat on the upper back and face, high blood pressure, diabetes, slow wound healing, osteoporosis, cataracts, acne, muscle weakness, ulcers, thinning of the skin, and mood changes. When patients are treated for a long period of time, deaths from adrenal insufficiency have occurred with transfer from oral to inhalation steroids, especially during stressors like surgery. You should not be on steroids for long periods of time. All commercial preparations of corticosteroids potentially have these side effects.
Before you do anything talk to your doctor about what is the best approach for you.
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one of her son's bloated arms as if to shake free of her.
but she was simply muddled, afraid, tottering on the run."
"i—"
"it don't matter!" she said fiercely at the back of the mesh-enclosed g.a. streetlamps. elton parrakis breathed like a locomotive, in huge and windy gulps and hisses.
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"we're not fast—"
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"boston," richards said briefly.
the night into a tentlike sports shirt and a brown eye peeked through. then the peephole closed with a patient smile. "bradley's on the windowsills,
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