Post Prednisone Crash

The drill is the same as the last chemo session. After infusion, you get 5 days of prednisone to help you deal with the after effects and give you a fighting chance of survival. Though you still feel somewhat yucky, you ride the wave and eventually begin to feel better. Then the prednisone runs out, and a day or two later, you transition to your own unstoked body resources.

Translation: you take a nose dive and feel really rotten. Then things level off and you are on your own. Sort of like shifting suddenly from fifth to first, and hopefully you don't drop your engine on the ground beneath you. Or surfing the wave of prednisone, then running out of water power and being dropped into the cold cold ocean. I managed to work part of the day today, but along about noon time I was beginning to feel a bit wobbly.

I had forgotten about the prednisone crash, but fortunately, my friend remembered and asked me if I had already gotten through that part. It was a wake up call! That's when I headed for home, and not a moment too soon. I just about got there when I started crashing. It felt like being punched in the gut and having the breath knocked out of you. All I could do was sit in the blue recliner and let my body deal with it.

I had meant to pick up my antiviral prescription so I could ward off any mouth sores, but there was no way I was going anywhere. I wasn't doing anything. I finally sent Drew to the nearby diner to get some supper while I managed to handle watermelon and chocolate pudding - the only things that I could even consider. And water. Gallons and gallons of water.

Shoot. Poor planning on my part. Next round I better mark the day and be ready. What was I thinking! Thank God somebody was paying attention.