Done In

The Library is interviewing for an evening supervisor part time no benefit position, and we need to have the person ready to start by mid August. It's hard to get a sense of how someone will fit with staff and responsibilities over the phone. There is no help for it, I need to go in to work.

I am happy to have an excuse to get back inside the building and see everyone. I take my prednisone right before going and we schedule the interview for mid morning so I will be at peak energy. I poke my head in a few offices, happy to see people. I quickly catch up with phone, snail mail, and sync my cell phone with my work calendar.

I peruse the resume on my desk and the questions the staff have prepared, and before I know it, the candidate arrives. We chat, but a half hour into things, my legs turn to jello and my stomach starts churning. How can this be? I manage to make it home and sit in the chair to rest.

My prednisone turns Jeckel-Hyde. One minute I am burning up, the next freezing. My eyes weep and run, then are dry and crusty. I am starving and want to eat everything in sight, but before I can eat I am so full I feel like I am going to throw up. One minute I am yelling at poor Drew, the next apologizing. I am laughing, then crying. I ask for help then jump on the person trying to help. I fall asleep in mid sentence, then bounce so wide awake I can hardly sit still. It is a nightmare.

I finally decide to go to my room and wait it out. Up, down, up, down, bouncing from one extreme to the other. No sense dragging everyone into it. Thank God it will pass. Apparently it is not advisable to allow yourself to become overtired while in the throes of preservative drugs!