Prednisoned Zoned
I see you...
Not going to deep thought here, my brain has been fried by the Prednisone Steroid pack. I'm on the eighth day of the twelve day pack. Reducing down from seven pills a day to four and today, I step down to just having to take two. It goes in increments of four days, seven pills, four pills, two pills and it's done. It seems to be doing the job reducing my sciatic nerve problem, but the side effects have been mild to wild. I thought I was crazy, then I knew I was crazy, then thought I just thought I knew I was crazy. Whatever, if this is what women feel like during menopause, I can see why some husbands don't make it out alive. I mean, really, when you find yourself breaking out the shells for the twelve gauge to get rid of a fly, it kind of becomes obvious that maybe things are just a little over the top. Put the gun down and take a xanax, hell, take two.
So I talked to the doctor about some of these minor things, no sleep, flushing face, trivial things becoming overly agitating with judgement leaning toward hostility. Take more xanax, it's just side effects, they tell me. How about I quit taking the steroids, I ask. Oh no, you're into your third day with a high dosage, if you quit taking them, you could have serious side effects, the reply. What could be more serious than feeling like a vampire with a thirst for blood. So, take it have side effects, stop taking it have side effects. Ok.. I need another xanax.
I was going to say ‘Hang in there' but it sounds stupid now. Hang in there, like what other choice do you have? Sure you could go crazy (probably already the problem here) unfortunately that doesn't make things go away. Drastically,...

