So at about 6am this morning I wake up and take my 9mg of Pred with a glass of milk, which I keep in an insulated cup by the bedside, and go back to sleep. A little later I get up and start my day. Hmm, feeling a little, shall we say, unwell? Shoulder hurts a little, legs feel like lead. Oh well, it’s one of those days I think, I’ve had lots of good ones recently, perhaps I’ve overdone things? Bit of gardening, using the new vacuum cleaner, pretending there’s nothing wrong with me, you know, don’t you all?
Then I found it: the little white pill still in the container. 1mg of Predisolone. This was about 12.30 pm. So I took it.
Cant say as there has been a miraculous recovery, but you can’t help but wonder...
Good news is I haven’t thrown anything at other half today. It’s all been very civil. 😉 He did mention there was some weed killer in the garage when I mentioned the Ivy was coming through the fence again. I ignored him, probably for the best. If you have no idea what I’m talking about it’s probably for the best too.
You know what they say: (sings badly) what a difference a day (substitute 1mg Pred) makes, 24 little hours... well 6 hours in my case, but now I know why I feel so rubbish. At least I think I do 🤔