For side effects, symptoms. boredom or sleep. Thinking about it, I’ll go for the sleep. I didn’t get much last night probably secondary to both the cats and the
lovely prednisone I was complaining about last chemo cycle. While I was waiting I managed to make a couple of head-scarves, ignore the cross-stitch, soak in the hot tub, sort out a box of books, finish a pair of p.j. bottoms for College Guy, and clear a number of mystery containers from the fridge.
You know the kind I mean – those things which have an expiration date somewhere back in the last decade (or month), are manifesting as agar for colony growth or are seriously and truly limp. Then of course there are the slimy vegetables hiding down in the bottom of an otherwise empty bag. No one around here would finish something off! Oh no! That would mean disposing of the container. Anyway, I had a fine time tossing things out and berating everyone else for not thinking about cleaning out suspicious packages. While I was at it, those last couple of tablespoons of chocolate ice cream looked quite lonely.
I’m back out in Richmond. I’ve successfully figured out how to set up one of my many lights so that I can actually see the cross stitch while I download some audiobooks from Downpour. I can’t always resist a $4.95 sale. I just wish their app was better….
I thought about saying this last time but didn’t. As an asthmatic, prednisone is the drug I love and hate. Or is that love to hate? I like the fact that I can breathe because of it. I don’t like the early onset cataracts (had surgery for both eyes last year), the bones that are more brittle, the mood swings, the lack of sleep, the, the, the. Broke a bone in my foot on a high dose because the sound of the timer was more than I could stand. While running to turn it off, I slammed my foot into the door frame.
On the other side of the coin, I am still alive and breathing.