I'm down to 2.5mg of Prednisone per day and am feeling completely beaten to death at this point. The bloating/edema is still as severe as ever, and I just can't seem to feel right no matter what I do. My appetite has waned, thankfully, but now nausea has taken place where I did have the dreaded prednisone appetite. And I'm cold--SO cold. I honestly don't have any idea what to expect going forward and am barely hanging on. I'm dead serious about that.
The worst of it is that I'm having issues, big issues, with my muscles not working; they honestly just refuse to do what they're supposed to do. The weakness and bloat and discomfort are unbearable. But I'm hanging in there, getting up every morning, pushing through the routines I like in order to maintain some semblance of normalcy in this so-called "Life." But it doesn't feel like MY life. Not even a little.
It's only 10:55am and I've been up since about 7:30am. And I want so badly to crawl back into bed, cover up, get warm... and sleep. Just... sleep. I'll allow myself to give into that once I'm done updating my blogs; a goal I set today and intend to fulfill.
Where is normalcy, my life, vitality? Why I continue to ask that is beyond me. I mean, I know full well it's just a rhetorical question that has NO answer. Habit, I guess.
....I'm waning fast here....
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