Up and thinking that I really have to get ready for work and get the angle girl’s hair ready for Uniform Day (NJORTC). I have come to hate uniform days… they are days when I grit my teeth and tough out making her bun. Last year, I secretly actually looked forward to this… although it was wonderful to poke at her about it… this year I do it and it means so much to me to do it for her… but it is hard to do and many weeks it hurts…
Took my prednisone early so I can get the most out of the day.
I’m looking forward to being at the gym at lunch time.
I keep trying not to dwell on how the doctor thought the MTX would be helping more… and thinking that I just need to take this one day at a time, one dose at a time.
Had dreams last night about the fact that my blood work “said” I have inflammation in my system. My first thought was, well… duh!!! however I had dreams (nightmares?) about my heart and my liver and my lungs and my stomach (hey… maybe THAT is why I weigh what I do… from inflammation… not because I’m too fat) and that making weird lumps in weird places because the inflammation pushes the organs out. It’s funny (not really in a ha ha kind of way though) that the inflammation in my system might explain why I have been feeling the way I feel… and maybe taking prednisone isn’t such a bad thing if it takes that down just a bit until whatever meds gets this beast under control.