I'm finally feeling better. Sheesh, that was a long one. I have been feeling crummy since last Thursday or so. I made it through today without a nap, so at least that's something. I actually cooked something for dinner too. I thought my husband was going to pass out. He's been doing most of the cooking around here lately. I didn't make it to the pool. Even though I am feeling better, I have no energy after I get off of work. I know I should be exercising. I just can't seem to get motivated to do it, especially when I don't feel good. My nutrition has improved greatly in the last week. I am back on my diet. For the most part. I have to make sure I eat something every two-three hours or I get so shaky I can hardly stand up. My hands shake so badly I can';t hold scissors or write. I hate, hate, hate the Prednisone. Hate it. I see the doctor next week. I may have to tell him I simply cannot tolerate it at the dosage I am on. My face has filled out and I look like a pumpkin. A fat pumpkin. I can't stand to look at pictures of me. I look awful. My ankles are so swollen they look like tree trunks. I have this new fat roll around my middle that shows under my shirt. I have never had that before. One of the side effects of the Prednisone is "weight redistribution" Huh? How is that even possible? And yet, I am living proof that it does indeed happen. That's why you haven't seen anymore camping pics. I hate the way I look. It makes me cry at night. It makes me sad. I hope this is working. Tomorrow I go to the lab to get the tests done to let us know if it is working. Please let it be working.