Day of Rest

Gods, I’m exhausted. It’s been a busy week… and none too pleasant, either.

One of the reasons I don’t work anymore is because my immune system is totally shot. I catch cold very easily, and when I do get sick, even a little sick, it takes forever for me to recover.
Sometime last week, Thursdayish or so, I started coming down with a cold. By Monday night I was waking up every forty-five minutes with asthma problems. By Tuesday evening, I was in the ER.
Admittedly, since I stopped working, my ER trips have been a lot less frequent. I had one back in June this year, and then haven’t had one since the previous June (or late July, I can’t remember which). Twice in a year, pretty good for me. I can remember times I’ve gone twice in the same week. And neither of these last two ’bouts have been particularly bad.
One good thing about being in a car accident and breaking your ankle in five places so that you have permanant titanium bands holding your bones together – getting an IV shunt is such a non-issue. I used to whine and whimper about it and complain and ow and moan. Now, it’s like, ok, here’s my hand, go ahead and stick me. I still can’t watch but it doesn’t bother me anymore. Which is nice.
So, I’m on prednizone again. Which means I’m eating everything that’s not nailed down and prying up some stuff that is. I’ve gone through a gallon of milk in two days. Wednesday and Thursday I was so tired that I would get up, eat, and two hours later I’d be back in bed. I felt miserable. Achy. I hate walking around the house, it gets my heart rate hammering. Bleh.
At least I’m finally feeling better.