Yesterday, we had a fire drill at my place of business. No biggie as I’m in lovely, warm Georgia, it was beautiful outside and I didn’t mind standing in the shade of the huge pine trees that surround the office building. But then, as we were walking back, I stepped on some lawn area that looked flat and even, but wasn’t. Down I went. Thump. Didn’t hurt anything but my dignity, but that got dinged pretty good.
Then I discovered that I’m allergic to the new meds my Rheumatologist put me on. My hands and fingers are swelling and I’m all blotchy. Lovely. I’m off the stupid meds and taking Benadryl (which knocks me out in nothing flat) to ease my system past the allergic freak out it’s having. But I swear, I think I’m getting worse. This med lingers in the system for a long time. And just for more laughs and giggles, I don’t know when I’ll be able to get off the Prednisone now. ARGH.