I reread that last post, and realized how robotic I sound.
"I, Lisa, have a disease. It is icky. I take medicine. Beep. Beep."
Oh well. I felt like I needed to spell out where I was, and I didn't feel like *talking* about how bummed I feel every time I see the doctor. This may be why I don't schedule like I should. I can feel expansive and optimistic until someone starts talking about the facts and the 'things to come'. Or could come. Then I spend a week worrying.
And worrying simply is a waste of time.
I have been feeling worse. It occurred to me that if I am going to do a course of Prednisone, let's just do it. Why test more? (I did blood work. I just don't see the need to zap me again to come up with the same answer - my autoimmune disease is most likely damaging my nerves.) If the treatment is the same, and we are playing detective, let's get it going on. I have kids to care for.
I never thought I would be begging for the nasty steroids again. But if it helps, and I feel good, there's no time like the present to start.
I am calling back today as soon as the medical assistant is in.
I can't wait to plump up like a Ballpark frank.