I'm so grateful that I can actually breathe again today, but the second dose of pred, plus being exhausted has really got to me today, got through the day at work, then had a meeting and was so tired, just came home and flaked out on the sofa. Still got loads of work that needs doing by yesterday, haven't marked any books all week due to not being well, have reports to finish and have no clue what I'm teaching tomorrow, and I just feel like crying!
By the end of the day my limbs feel like lead and I've got a horrible hayfever headache.
Sorry for the moan, just needed to get it out. My colleagues have been really lovely and considerate, but I think now I'm not pale and wobbly any more they think I'm fine! Plus I'm daft and I won't tell anyone at work how bad I'm actually feeling. Only got sent home on Tuesday because someone caught me in the corridor and was worried I was going to keel over.
Does anyone else always leave it too long before admitting they actually can't keep going any more? Every time I wonder why I do it because I end up so exhausted I just can't get everything done.