and nothing much to report outside of starting to feel the effects of the steroids. I can feel my temper getting shorter, and having a bit more of a challenge not reacting to simple situations. This is going to be so much fun for everyone around me. Not. And it is little things; the switch had flipped on the hot tub so that the temperature had dropped. When I went to rest it, I couldn’t get the fuse box open. I’m out of fizzy things to drink.
Oh, wah, poor me. Not. Like everyone should have such serious first world problems. So rather than continuously be a pain, I have retreated to my bed to sulk. Of course, I should mention that Dani and I managed to get another four boxes of books emptied in the garage with two marked as donations to the German School. I managed to shelve most of my collection of Handarbeitbuecher. Dani packed movies and TV series into bankers boxes which we will label tomorrow when we go back for another 1-2 hours of box mining.
From there I went to cross-stitch and audio books figuring plugged into headphones I could do the least amount of damage to family relationships…
I’m off to take another round of anti-nausea meds as a preventive measure. If I wind up sedated and out of everyone’s face – that is all to the better. Prednisone really sucks.