Did something incredibly careless the other day. I’ve got several prescription meds I take daily to keep all of my physiological aggravations under a semblance of control. Normally I take them religiously with my breakfast in two gulps. I downed the first set, reached for the second, and noticed that I was one pill less than I thought I ought to be. I figured I’d grabbed an extra pill in the first swallow, no biggie.
Low grade fever, aches, minor joint pain, and fatigue ensued, classic signs of one of my Lupus/MCTD flare-ups. I didn’t think anything of it as I’ve been logy for a while, and my meds have been doing an excellent job of keeping me on an even keel. I thought I was just tired. Then I discovered the pill I thought I hadn’t taken, but assumed I had, had rolled underneath my keyboard. I must have knocked it with my hand and not noticed. It was my Imuran pill, the one I take in concert with Prednisone to keep my stupid immune system from attacking me. Except I’m being weaned off the Pred, taking only a single, measly milligram a day, not enough to hold the fort without the Imuran riding shotgun. Ergo, the beginning of a flare-up.
Of course I immediately resumed my regular scheduled Imuran doses and I think my system is rallying. But I’m a little dismayed to discover how fragile my health equilibrium is that a single missed dose could throw me off.
AND, we got eight more boxes of promo stuff from Fed Ex–posters and postcards! ARGH!! Will the stream of boxes never end?
My review of Sci-Fiction story, “Bulldozer” by Laird Barron is up at Tangent.
Heard via the Rumor Mill that there are other writers in the waiting-for-a-response-from-LCRW boat, so I’m glad I didn’t query yet. Waiting is.