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Kadi just realized that she has been taking her prednisone incorrectly. Kadi is also wondering why she has started referring to herself in third person using a nickname she has not really used in five years. Anyway, M was reading the bottle tonight when he was trying to figure out how many days I had left to take (six) and I caught on to that "once daily" thing. It's three pills a day for three days, two for three days, and one for three days. I feel like such a moron. I guess it'll be alright, though.. not much I can do about it now. However, I wish I had known because it's been a huge hassle these last three days, and now I find out that the hassle was actually bad for me. I figured out very quickly that when they say take it with food, they mean.. take it with food. I've had heartburn like crazy. (Rolaids: better than Tums, fyi.) And since I haven't been hungry much at all, finding two extra small meals to take at regularly spaced intervals was disgusting. Oh, well. I have a metallic taste in my head, extreme thirst, a bit of light-headedness and serious trouble staying awake today.. I don't know if it's the prednisone or the Zyrtec or both. I would be inundated with drug side effects, wouldn't I, since I'm taking this junk to cure a drug side effect? The rash is looking really good at the moment, so I don't feel the urge to complain too much.
Okay, enough of that. Rash, old news, right? I am embarking on a three-day weekend here, which I find exciting. Also, lonely--not so much time with the boy as usual! My poor hubbles has to work tomorrow, some silly training that goes on almost all day. I will be taking the opportunity to sleep in, and read a lot, and not do much. Sunday will either be about family or staying home--I am really not looking forward to the drama that this might set into motion, but I'm not going to do the family thing this week if someone is showing up sick. There's kind of a rule that we don't do that, since my grandfather is not supposed to be exposed to illness more than necessary. Certain family members have been breaking that rule of late, though, so as much as I hate to, I'm going to risk getting into family trouble over it--I haven't been there in weeks because of being sick and a few other things. I don't have much immune defense going on right now anyway, as it seems, and apparently the prednisone makes it worse. I just don't feel like risking it. Isn't it awful how guilty I feel over making this decision to protect my health? Families are odd things.
M is totally distraught tonight upon learning that they have translated SpongeBob Squarepants to Svampbob Fyrkant. I have previously mentioned, perhaps, that he has strong opinions about certain things. That Svampbob Fyrkant sounds really stupid is ond [I meant to say "one" but M thought "ond" was funnier--translated, meaning "evil" which he believes it is] of them, apparently. He is a big SpongeBob fan. My niece drew him several really cute pictures recently.. was very disappointing that one of them ripped. (SpongeBob himself, naturally.) They were really quite good. If I do say so myself. It is a little disconcerting to find yourself having an argument with your grown-up husband over the merits of living in a pineapple (under or over the sea) though. Just so you know. I'm all, why a pineapple? And it would smell all pineapple in there! And he's all, hey, sunny and yellow and rounded walls! Pineapples smell yummy and you could cut windows wherever you want! ... It really is a weird household we live in.
Okay, enough of that. Rash, old news, right? I am embarking on a three-day weekend here, which I find exciting. Also, lonely--not so much time with the boy as usual! My poor hubbles has to work tomorrow, some silly training that goes on almost all day. I will be taking the opportunity to sleep in, and read a lot, and not do much. Sunday will either be about family or staying home--I am really not looking forward to the drama that this might set into motion, but I'm not going to do the family thing this week if someone is showing up sick. There's kind of a rule that we don't do that, since my grandfather is not supposed to be exposed to illness more than necessary. Certain family members have been breaking that rule of late, though, so as much as I hate to, I'm going to risk getting into family trouble over it--I haven't been there in weeks because of being sick and a few other things. I don't have much immune defense going on right now anyway, as it seems, and apparently the prednisone makes it worse. I just don't feel like risking it. Isn't it awful how guilty I feel over making this decision to protect my health? Families are odd things.
M is totally distraught tonight upon learning that they have translated SpongeBob Squarepants to Svampbob Fyrkant. I have previously mentioned, perhaps, that he has strong opinions about certain things. That Svampbob Fyrkant sounds really stupid is ond [I meant to say "one" but M thought "ond" was funnier--translated, meaning "evil" which he believes it is] of them, apparently. He is a big SpongeBob fan. My niece drew him several really cute pictures recently.. was very disappointing that one of them ripped. (SpongeBob himself, naturally.) They were really quite good. If I do say so myself. It is a little disconcerting to find yourself having an argument with your grown-up husband over the merits of living in a pineapple (under or over the sea) though. Just so you know. I'm all, why a pineapple? And it would smell all pineapple in there! And he's all, hey, sunny and yellow and rounded walls! Pineapples smell yummy and you could cut windows wherever you want! ... It really is a weird household we live in.
