Amazingly, I’m down to 2 milligrams prednisone a day, plus 20 milligrams hydrocortisone split 1/2 am/pm. I’ve never been this low in 10 years being on this s @ # t ! By the end of the day I feel like a zombie crawling back into her crypt. In the morning, my whole body aches as if I’d been hit by a semi the night before. But, I’m so close…maybe this time….I’ll be lucky.
At work I keep a note taped to the desk where I hide it with my keyboad: “If I can make it to December.”
I also push on, trudge forward (I like that phrase), with the Whitcher saga. A writing cohort advised to write something each day, even if it’s just a sentence. Good advice for me.
The story remains with me, consuming nearly every thought. I am of the type who has to immerge myself into the story. Since this one takes place in the mid-1800s, that is a difficult task to accomplish.
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