June 26, 2002
Yes'm, you can now refer to me as Steroid Sally. I'll be takin' me some of that there prednisone and injecting me some insulin. I'm hoping like hell, that the doctor agreed to let me take the 70/30 stuff so that I only have to shoot twice a day, rather than have an extra shoot up, bottle, syringes, and freak out factors at work.
My asthma has been hideous. Half the West is on fire and we've got about the worst mold count here in ages, and no amount of flonase, advair, and praying has been helping what ails me.
I took a walk with the department yesterday and I had a hard time keeping up. Pissed me off a bunch. I'll have to get back to my daily routine of walking. I haven't gained a bunch of weight or anything, I'm just not putting in my daily walking like I was. I have been working to get back to that and if I'm taking prednisone anyhow, I'll probably do that tomorrow morning and call it good.
It just figures that two weeks before I leave for a family reunion, I don't get to drop a few more pounds, but rather I get to bulk up on prednisone. Welcome to my world.
Yes, thank you, I'd like some cheese with my whine...it doesn't have carbs!
Oh, and I'd like to bitch about my Bunnykiller being crated up. The bunnies are back and have been bounding through my freshly mowed grass in my front yard. I actually bounced a piece of gravel off one of them yesterday and he just hopped a couple hops away. I don't think it had occurred to him that I'd been the source of said chunk o' rock.
Well, and now, I figure Little Rabbit Fufu is going to come after me in goon form and give me a few nightmares for bouncing rocks off that poooor innocent garden thieving piece off fluff.
Come and get me, sucker!
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