I take steroids every Wednesday, and I'm pretty much a nutjob for 48 hours. Friday is recovery day. I appreciate that the steroids do a lot of good stuff, but the side effects are significant. I'm just a WEE BIT more emotional. And because it revs the metabolism, I usually have at least one sleepless night, sometimes two, which also fuels the emotionalism.
But the real fun part is that I am diabetic for two days. When my blood sugar skyrockets, I become drenched in sweat (I mean dripping) and weak in the knees. Over-emotional, woozy and sweaty - good times. I test 4x a day, and take insulin 3-6 times over those 48 hours. By "take insulin" I mean poke myself in the pupik (belly) for an insulin shot.
Three Good Things. My blood sugar is normal Friday through Tuesday. I'm not terribly squeamish about needles. The new insulin pens have superfine needles; most of the time, I don't even feel the injection.
But as a service to humankind in general, I make an effort to stay home on Thursdays.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Cah-raazzzy Thursday!
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Ah, Aunt CrankyPants, you are totally ENTITLED to be a mess a few days a week....after reading the ordeal I need a drink and I haven't even had to poke myself!
Thank you, sweetie. Misery doesn't love company, misery loves sympathy!
Hi Nancy - A little birdie told me about your blog :) You've put up a great site. And what an inspiration to read all you've gone through and for keeping the "DieSuckah" company honest too - I love the spirit in your fight!!
...thinking of you from afar :)
Good to hear from you, Steph, and thanks for you good wishes.
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