Every flower that blooms has to go through a whole lot of Dirt.
I decided that I would attempt a taper on my, not so nice to me, DEX. I’m quite sure I have mentioned how much I dislike this drug. All the false energy dashing through my body; leaving a streak of grumpy achy cells as it passes by. A day after I said goodbye to my filthy steroids, SW was taking my body back to my care center. Yup, my left ankle became Super-Sized. Hum. Is this a good thing? A bad thing? Or just a thing?
Walking away from the Diagnostic Imaging check-in desk to plop down next to SW, I abruptly stop in my tracks, make a U-turn to see if the receptionist has a light green bodily fluids bag. Eventually a bag was found and to my surprise, I filled the bag quick-like as I attempt to find my way towards the bathrooms. Oh no!
Hobbling around from Point A to Point B on my still swollen left ankle I found a spot to trash my filled up green bag. Clearly, my new and improved oral blood thinner is not pulling its weight and the ultrasound imaging agrees.
My mostly competent brain is now filled with stress. Do I need a new blood thinner? Yes. Do I need new steroids? I think so.
Hours later I am at home sorting my weekly medications. Wait, what is this, and this one too? Oh no, are they all funky. I want 90-day medications that I can mail order. And this one, where is this store? Oh my…