One Day Honey, One Day Onion

Yom Asal/Yom Basal

With my apologies for mangling the Arabic language, I was told that this phrase, yom asal yom basal means one day honey, one day onion, which I hope everyone understands means that some days are better than others.

In Arabic, the words honey and onion rhyme.

I am now on week 2, 30 mgs. of prednisone a day and as productive and good as yesterday was, today was the polar opposite..

So, yesterday was honey...

Yesterday, I did yoga, walked to the library and picked up some books. Then to the supermarket for some groceries and stopped in a couple of stores, all in the parameter of a couple of blocks near the house.

...and today was onion.

Today, I woke up at my usual 6:30 a.m., went back to sleep at 8 or so and slept until 10:30. I had a doctor's appointment at noon. MyMan drove me and then I walked back home -- just a few blocks, most of it downhill -- and collapsed on the couch to sleep, again.

I'm trying to make supper now, but it is quite challenging. I have no energy. My back hurts, my arms hurt. My legs can barely keep me standing up. It's an easy, quick meal. Tacos!

Usually -- that is since coming home from the hospital -- I have had enough energy to begin cooking around 5 in the afternoon. This has been a great blessing, and a lot of fun, since for the first time, I have time to do a little planning and experimenting. So, I'm especially disappointed that I'm sort of blotto today.

Prednisone Perspiration

While the night sweats seemed to have abated, I still can suddenly start perspiring profusely. Those two words always seem to come together in English. As I may have mentioned previously, in the past, I never perspired profusely. I barely perspired.

But not since prednisone...

So today, because I really wanted to see what I looked like sweating I carried out what I am embarrassed to say was an act of total self-absorption. I actually stopped to watch myself perspire in the mirror. Also, like I said, it was a slow day.

Some drops ran down my cheek and rounded my engorged chin. Some sweat beads flew off my face. But surely the most bizarre thing that happened was when the liquid ran between my eyebrows, down the bridge of my nose to pool under my eyes in the shelf formed by my engorged cheeks.

If I hadn't leaned over and wiped the liquid away, would I have needed a windshield wiper to see?

Until I blog again, Adios!