That magic elixir of medicine plus grease, salt and guilty indulgence does it every time.
At 9:30am I am feeling better and I am strapped in and ready to go. Pack of gum and journal at the ready. The room is empty today, which I don't like. I liked the chatter of yesterday. Today it's a bit disconcerting. Alone. The whole process becomes a touch more depressing.
The nurses here have been wonderful. Fantastic ladies. They have gone well beyond their roles- and have become carers, supporters, and friends. Thank you, Hilda and Laura, for making me laugh and offering up the best pillows and hot blankets :)
My lovely friend Emily brought me munchies to snack on (I guess my face is indeed going to get puffy). Now that I am home, the bag of Munchie Mix has been opened (it would look odd eating right from a giant bag of Munchies while having steroids pumped into my vein, right?).
I am feeling better today. The mania seems to be at an enjoyable level, rather than the "I am going to have a heart attack" feeling. I just feel like going out and doing something... stuff... anything... I just want to go! As long as I can sleep tonight (har har), this is all fine with me.
Until tomorrow, tubes and IV bags...
:) I knew that pic would be a winner. You roid like a pro!
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