So, last weekend, I ended up getting some steroids because of a slip and fall I executed on Memorial Day.
The quick version of the story is that I slipped on a muddy trail, landing in a sort of split. Abraded my right knee, pulled my left hammy*. And several days later, my Achilles tendon weighed in and said, "Nope."
So I hobbled to the Urgent Care to get some care, urgently. They put me on a six day dose of Prednisone. And it's a great medication. Really. Until it's not. It started working immediately, and by the end of Monday, I was walking without a cane. It was sexy.
Now here we are today, one day after my last dose, and guess what's acting up a little? Yeah, good old Achilles.
The other fun thing about Prednisone is that it makes you feel kind of crazy and "Hulk-smashy" both in mind and body. It also makes you want to eat. So, that's been challenging.
I kind of feel like I have a bunch of leaf-cutter ants tapdancing on my neurons. But, on the upside, I did grill a hamburger last night that was the stuff of legend. We had the good buns from Publix, the first good tomato of the year, and everything just fell into place. I ate it and enjoyed it immensely.
Today, I feel like I'll be able to stay on top of my appetite. I drank a completely mediocre iced latte from a coffee shop near the office - three times more expensive than a cheap coffee from McDonald's. Oh well - but I needed the caffeine and it's done. Plus - it was skim, which makes it a better choice than the full cream version at the House of Clown.
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| The Gimp's Sleepin'. |
So, now I graduate to Aleve, I wear a little compression brace, and we see what happens.
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*I'd say hamstring. But it's certainly more ham than string.
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