One of the "miracle" cures now for Bronchitis, is, evidently, to pump the victim so full of steriods that they don't realize they can't breathe. I came back from the doc Friday afternoon with the instruction to take all 6 tabs the first day, 5 the next, 4 the next, and so on. The label said "Even if you get your pack late in the day, take all 6 unless directed otherwise by your doctor" so I obliged.
I wanted to do laundry and vacuum the house at 12:30 in the morning, was up reading until about 2 and felt like I'd had 19 cups of fully-loaded French Roast. So- upside - energy is back. I'm still hacking myself silly and am convinced that I will see my shoe or parts of a lung. Supposedly I am on the road to recovery. We shall see...
My weigh-in this week will be oh so much fun... AF was here, and now I'm all 'Roided out, so I can imagine what numbers await.... Folks actually do this to themselves voluntarily??? You've got to be joking!
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