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18 October 2008
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One step back
18 October 2008 00:29It's been a bad couple of days for me. I don't know if I'm having a flare or if this is the rest of my life, but it's no fun. Lots of pain, very little sleep. I'm not much help, and that just makes me feel bluer.
At Dar's suggestion I'm back on prednisone for a few days to see if it makes a difference. Obviously I hope that it does, but I feel as if I''m admitting defeat. Stupid, really. (No, really.) I hate prednisone for its side effects, but then so does everyone who's ever had to take it. I was really hoping that I could get through without taking it again.
My PCP gave me some pain meds that I haven't started to take yet. They're brand new (based on Tramedol), and they're a slow release over 24 hours. Since I don't know what my reaction will be to them, I haven't wanted to try them while Mark is away at Cape Cod. If Gertie has a dire problem with her cria or if a sudden emergency comes up, I'm the only one here who can drive. I can't take the chance that I'll have a bad reaction or that it'll turn me into a zombie for 48 hours. I figure I'll try it next weekend when I'll have some backup. In the meantime I'm trying to come up with some other way around the pain and sleeplessness.
And I'm out of Bailey's. Woe.
Speaking of homonyms, one of my icons presents me with a problem each time I use it. It's a picture of the sailors from Master and Commander looking down at something with awe. The text reads "Woah!" Yeah, not whoa. Woah. Now I love that icon, but I feel as if I should put up a disclaimer everytime I use it: I know this is misspelled. Sigh.
Conchita may be pregnant again courtesy of Hannibal. Those alpacas have one hell of a sex drive. Or procreation drive, I suppose. She just gave birth a week ago. Honey, don't you want a rest? And Cinnamon Girl was kushed right next to her, waiting her turn with the studmeister. However, Hannibal wouldn't give her a second glance yet. Her hormones have to give off the right scent for him to pay attention to her. I figure two more days. Oh well, as Dar said, at least we won't have to keep trying to keep Hannibal apart from them anymore.
At Dar's suggestion I'm back on prednisone for a few days to see if it makes a difference. Obviously I hope that it does, but I feel as if I''m admitting defeat. Stupid, really. (No, really.) I hate prednisone for its side effects, but then so does everyone who's ever had to take it. I was really hoping that I could get through without taking it again.
My PCP gave me some pain meds that I haven't started to take yet. They're brand new (based on Tramedol), and they're a slow release over 24 hours. Since I don't know what my reaction will be to them, I haven't wanted to try them while Mark is away at Cape Cod. If Gertie has a dire problem with her cria or if a sudden emergency comes up, I'm the only one here who can drive. I can't take the chance that I'll have a bad reaction or that it'll turn me into a zombie for 48 hours. I figure I'll try it next weekend when I'll have some backup. In the meantime I'm trying to come up with some other way around the pain and sleeplessness.
And I'm out of Bailey's. Woe.
Speaking of homonyms, one of my icons presents me with a problem each time I use it. It's a picture of the sailors from Master and Commander looking down at something with awe. The text reads "Woah!" Yeah, not whoa. Woah. Now I love that icon, but I feel as if I should put up a disclaimer everytime I use it: I know this is misspelled. Sigh.
Conchita may be pregnant again courtesy of Hannibal. Those alpacas have one hell of a sex drive. Or procreation drive, I suppose. She just gave birth a week ago. Honey, don't you want a rest? And Cinnamon Girl was kushed right next to her, waiting her turn with the studmeister. However, Hannibal wouldn't give her a second glance yet. Her hormones have to give off the right scent for him to pay attention to her. I figure two more days. Oh well, as Dar said, at least we won't have to keep trying to keep Hannibal apart from them anymore.
