Not Happening

OK, so the no prednisone is hitting. I lay awake all night, aching and tossing and turning. My groin hurt and my legs kept cramping and my stomach was pitching hissy fits. My throat felt swollen and raw and my head pounded. I finally fell asleep about the time Drew was headed out the door, poor boy. I decided to sleep in. I sent an email that I would be in around 1, rolled over, hugged the hot water bottle, and rocked myself to sleep.

Around noon, I rose and tried to shower, but I was still reeling a bit and somewhat achy. Work is definitely not happening today. I called them to let them know I would not be in at all. A whole day lost. Rats. I was warned that there might be a dip when I went off the cortisone, but since it wasn't immediate, I was a bit surprised by it. Well, no matter. I sat in the blue recliner all afternoon and dozed - sometimes a deep deep sleep where I'm not sure I remembered to breathe and woke up gasping for air, sometimes light and twitchy like I couldn't quite get there.

I felt heavy and sloggy. I tried to force drink lots of water and even though they tell you to keep everything a neutral temperature, I added ice - lots of ice. I drank like I had been stranded in the desert for a month. I couldn't get enough. Maybe its because for the last week I pee-ed out more urine than I thought it was possible to make! Or maybe my poor body was just trying to deal with the drug levels.

I finally managed to shake it off in time to make choir rehearsal, though I suspect it was rather boring and uninspired. Good thing we are near the end of the season. It's not fair to them to reap the benefits of my illness! Let's not affect the music. Tomorrow has to be a better day. We shall see. One thing is for sure. Despite the fact that I slept all day, I am totally ready for bed and expect to fall asleep almost as soon as my head hits the pillow.