P is for Prednisone

I had to see my family doctor because my specialist is away and he left no alternate arrangements for his patients while he's fishing at the cottage, painting in Venice or whatever the fuck he's doing.

I got a prescription for prednisone which is a relief and a bit scary at the same time. It's pretty serious stuff and it's the first medication I had to take that potentially has serious side effects. But I'm so sick I'll gladly take it. I don't care if it makes my bones brittle or if it gives me mood swings. I couldn't possibly be more cranky these days anyway.

It's my second day on it and I've noticed a lot of secondary symptoms subside. My joints don't ache anymore which is a good thing because my arm was hurting so much I thought the screws were coming out of my plate and I'd need surgery again. I don't feel light headed and I can concentrate better. I still need to use the washroom a lot and that might take a few days to change. That's ok with me because it's the long weekend and I can stay inside if I need to.