I was quite happy at 8mg early May. Chiro had rid me of extra pains, and my holiday was due. In fact I’d made up my mind that post holiday I’d be ‘more me’ and start getting on with things.
So on the flight to Menorca I obviously picked up some virus, by day 3 I had a ripping sore throat, day 4,5,6 I was stuffed with snot and sputum. Just how much mucous can erupt from one person in a few days? Don’t answer that.
I elevated my dose to 10mg for flight day, and day 3 when my legs seized, but it was soon apparent that the symptoms were allied to a virus and not true PMR, so I stuck at 8mg and continued for a week post holiday. Then I tried 7, managed 12 days with nausea before my thighs and hips informed me it was a no-go. 10,10,9 then 8 for another week. This week Monday 7, the rest of the week will be 8.
I guess I’ve entered the Adrenal Zone (da-da-duuuh, creepy movie music). Ugh! The nausea! The speedy gut motility! The fatigue? This is fatigue? Surely someone has drugged me! I didn’t think I could be MORE tired, but apparently I can. I sleep all night (Thank God for that mercy), can manage up to 11 hours asleep, then a little morning nap after a couple of hours, then an afternoon nap, and ....is it bedtime yet? Periods of activity between naps are exhausting, such as pressing buttons on the TV remote, or if I’m feeling particularly energetic, turning the pages of a book.
Cushings Dog and I just walked a very slow mile for a loaf of bread, it was a competition as to who would konk out first. I had visions of having to carry her home 😧 But we both made it to the sofa, just!
I hope my adrenals join in soon. Can’t stand this nausea. This bit is worse than the PMR stuff. I thought that was awful enough, but this!!!!! Someone please tell me it won’t last toooo long?