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…
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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.
That’s a lot of work, well done!
As for the pred, way better that everybody knows what it is and that it is what it is. Hang in there.
As it turns out, I am fine in the morning – so I need to figure out when witching time starts!
I hope this outpouring is a good outlet for you.
Sometimes it’s good to let things go like this. Those around you will always bear the full brunt of how this is all playing out.
The positive is you are managing to work through the boxes. Keep at it and draw on that as a positive, small as it may be.
It’s tough.
Stomping boxes is quite therapeutic. I think that I need to save that part for the evening. I warned everyone not to take it too personally, but at the same time, ignoring me was likely to escalate…
Poor babies, I can feel empathy this morning!
Stomping boxes is quite therapeutic. I think that I need to save that part for the evening. I warned everyone not to take it too personally, but at the same time, ignoring me was likely to escalate…
Poor babies, I can feel empathy this morning!
How high a dose of prednisone do you have to deal with? This sounds so not fun and retreating and doing things that keep the mood up as much as possible, sitting it out is the only thing to do.
“only” 80mg/day. It could be so much worse
I sure hope you will be feeling better soon !!!!
Greetings from ruff seas on the way to Abu Dhabi ?
thanks! I certainly hope the seas don’t make this leg of your cruises too rough. Hope to see you Mid March!
What does C1D2 stand for? Second day after first round of chemo?
Course one, Day 2.
Day one is all the thrilling infusions in various colors (clear and a weird orangy red) my non-friend prednisone on days 1-5
You continue to be in our prayers.
thank you
It’s overcast and cold here. What’s it like in Berkeley this time of year?
Kudos on getting 4 boxes sorted. It is a wonderful feeling to be able to sort out a good percentage to get rid of – at least for me it is.
Raining, a light soaking rain which is good, but I just am not in the mood. Of course, I can’t go sit out in the sun but don’t want to be mean about that…
any boxes is good. The problem of course is there are still well over a hundred (perhaps 150?) that are still untouched.
If I was on prednisone, I would not want a hug, BUT, offering moral support in whatever form is most acceptable at the moment!
This may not be helpful, but here is a decent poem about the miseries of steroids.
https://allpoetry.com/poem/12201942-Roid-Rage-by-Eldon-Kellogg rel=”nofollow”>” target=”_blank”>Roid Rage
Great Poem. it gave me a but of a laugh as well as sympathy for the poor cat (and guy who never should have let him out in the first place
Thank goodness it’s temporary.
Hang in there.