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Okey-dokey, I took my five tabs of prednisone and two of plaquenil, and I'm still here. So far, so good. Heh. Dar and I headed out to the store/pharmacy early this morning to stock up against the coming apocalypsestorm and get my prescriptions filled. I'll admit that I got a little teary on the way home (just a tiny bit), because I was feeling overwhelmed and stressed and all that folderol, but it passed. I downed the pills - with food, as prescribed - and then sat back and waited to fall down, blow up, break out in lizard skin, have a complete metabolic breakdown, or some other dire thing. When nothing untoward happened, I breathed a sigh of relief and got on with the day. I have had a headache off and on all day, but that could just be from the pressure change of the oncoming storm. And honestly, if that's the worst of the side effects, I'll feel blessed. Just to get a baseline, though, I had Dar take my blood pressure. I also weighed myself and took a photo of myself. I know, I'm a nutcase. But I believe in being thorough, eh. Having good data and all that.
Truth be told, I hate taking new meds for the first time. I don't always have a good reaction - like the day I discovered I'd developed an allergy to penicillin - so I tend to be cautious, especially when facing meds that are known to have some loaded side effects. As noted, though, nothing is pinging right off the bat, so that's a big yay.
All of the medical melodrama is being overshadowed by the Snow Storm. The meteorologists in Ontario are spooging themselves about this one. Apparently it's going to be the biggest blizzard in over 10 years, and in Canada that's saying something. We have wood ready to throw in the fireplace if need be, and I tracked down the guy in the neighborhood who plows out the driveways just to be sure that we were on his to-do list. We got the first snow squall around 3PM just as I was going to the neighbor's house. Yeah, this is going to get nasty. I really don't like big storms like this. I have a near phobia about being trapped, and that's what it feels like after a major snow or ice storm. Because of the open farm land and the high winds and blowing snows, even though the county plows come through, an hour later the road will be literally impassible to cars and trucks without major plows attached to them. Next year we're getting a sled and some dogs. Or moving to New Mexico.
Oh, speaking of animals, Mark too Jane off to her new foster home this evening. We packed a little bag for her with some of her food and a few of her favorite toys. Sigh. Dar had called our alpaca friends Deb and Diane and asked if they could take Jane for about a month, at which time she'll be able to get her last booster shot and then be able to be spayed. They agreed but then called back a little while later to ask if we had another of Mirabelle's kittens that could be outright adopted. It turns out that Deb's ex-husband (recently divorced) is looking for a cat, and when Mirabelle lived at their farm, she was his favorite so he was hoping to raise one of her kittens. Score! Dar explained that Jane was actually open for adoption, so it looks as if Bill will be giving Jane a home once she's spayed. Yay! And her foster home has only two male neutered cats, so they're not going to be hassling Janie, either. And when she lives with Bill, she'll be an only cat which would probably be best for her, and being such a mushball and loving attention as she does, she'll have Bill to herself all day because he's on permanent disability. It really all works out, and we're very relieved. Now we just have to worry about Little Cat going after Chloe, but we figure that very soon Chloe is going to be bigger than Little (heh, so to speak) and Little won't be so quick to go after her. In the meantime we'll be investing in a spray bottle to discourage Little when we catch her harassing Chloe.
So all in all a pretty good day. I finished decorating the Christmas tree and helped out a little bit with the cleaning and such. Dar did the major work (of course). Mark's parents are supposed to be flying into Toronto tomorrow from Dublin, but we're pretty sure that Pearson will be closing down and the flight will be diverted someplace else. Since this seems to be a whole Northeast storm, we're really not sure where they'll end up, but everyone is pretty resigned to not actually having them show up until Monday or Tuesday. Mark's mom, Marie, kept going on about how much she wanted a big snow storm while she was here. Ha! Be careful what you wish for, Marie :)
Truth be told, I hate taking new meds for the first time. I don't always have a good reaction - like the day I discovered I'd developed an allergy to penicillin - so I tend to be cautious, especially when facing meds that are known to have some loaded side effects. As noted, though, nothing is pinging right off the bat, so that's a big yay.
All of the medical melodrama is being overshadowed by the Snow Storm. The meteorologists in Ontario are spooging themselves about this one. Apparently it's going to be the biggest blizzard in over 10 years, and in Canada that's saying something. We have wood ready to throw in the fireplace if need be, and I tracked down the guy in the neighborhood who plows out the driveways just to be sure that we were on his to-do list. We got the first snow squall around 3PM just as I was going to the neighbor's house. Yeah, this is going to get nasty. I really don't like big storms like this. I have a near phobia about being trapped, and that's what it feels like after a major snow or ice storm. Because of the open farm land and the high winds and blowing snows, even though the county plows come through, an hour later the road will be literally impassible to cars and trucks without major plows attached to them. Next year we're getting a sled and some dogs. Or moving to New Mexico.
Oh, speaking of animals, Mark too Jane off to her new foster home this evening. We packed a little bag for her with some of her food and a few of her favorite toys. Sigh. Dar had called our alpaca friends Deb and Diane and asked if they could take Jane for about a month, at which time she'll be able to get her last booster shot and then be able to be spayed. They agreed but then called back a little while later to ask if we had another of Mirabelle's kittens that could be outright adopted. It turns out that Deb's ex-husband (recently divorced) is looking for a cat, and when Mirabelle lived at their farm, she was his favorite so he was hoping to raise one of her kittens. Score! Dar explained that Jane was actually open for adoption, so it looks as if Bill will be giving Jane a home once she's spayed. Yay! And her foster home has only two male neutered cats, so they're not going to be hassling Janie, either. And when she lives with Bill, she'll be an only cat which would probably be best for her, and being such a mushball and loving attention as she does, she'll have Bill to herself all day because he's on permanent disability. It really all works out, and we're very relieved. Now we just have to worry about Little Cat going after Chloe, but we figure that very soon Chloe is going to be bigger than Little (heh, so to speak) and Little won't be so quick to go after her. In the meantime we'll be investing in a spray bottle to discourage Little when we catch her harassing Chloe.
So all in all a pretty good day. I finished decorating the Christmas tree and helped out a little bit with the cleaning and such. Dar did the major work (of course). Mark's parents are supposed to be flying into Toronto tomorrow from Dublin, but we're pretty sure that Pearson will be closing down and the flight will be diverted someplace else. Since this seems to be a whole Northeast storm, we're really not sure where they'll end up, but everyone is pretty resigned to not actually having them show up until Monday or Tuesday. Mark's mom, Marie, kept going on about how much she wanted a big snow storm while she was here. Ha! Be careful what you wish for, Marie :)
