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Losing It

I’m thrilled to report that I stepped on the scale on Sunday morning, and saw a number that I hadn’t seen in many months.  It seems that when my knee went south in January, and all exercising ceased, followed by a good deal of self-pity eating, well, I packed on a good 10 to 12 pounds.

In the last month I’ve been eating very healthfully, especially after learning that diseases of the auto-immune system (namely R.A.) are greatly affected by diet.  I’ve lost 10 of my pity pounds.  And I’m looking forward to losing another 10 to 12 for good measure.

Interestingly, one of the side affects of high doses Prednisone is said to be a GREATLY increased appetite.  And thankfully I haven’t experienced that so much.  But the side affect of ALL THE CRAZY?  Well, I’ve been dealt that in spades.  I’ve had a constant headache for the last 6 days, and I’m on an emotional roller coaster that even in the throws of PREGNANCY HORMONES I’ve never experienced before.  Ever.

It has been like a strange out of body experience.  But without the psychedelic drugs.  I suppose.  I’ve never done psychedelic drugs, but I did live through the 60’s.  But I was an adolescent…

Oh, how my mind wanders.

My knee still hurts like a son-of-a-gun, and I’m having a rather hard time NOT directing angry thoughts at my former orthopedic surgeon.  And while I promised I’d take it easy over the weekend, I somehow found myself at Epcot on Saturday night.

Fiddledaddy intended to take the children away so that I could rest, do paperwork, make out my mental will, or whathaveyou.  And while that was a fabulous idea, I noticed that I was getting a good deal of the willies while sitting still focusing on numbers.  Really.  It was like all the numbers were mocking me and trading places with one another so that NOTHING WAS ADDING UP.

When I began arguing with one receipt in particular, Fiddledaddy gently asked me if I’d like to go to Epcot with them.  I haven’t moved that fast in months.  Before he could get the sentence out I had my leg brace strapped on and was waiting by the door.

We got there when the weather had cooled off, and we could park up front because of my temporary handicapped doo-da.  Fiddledaddy procured a wheel chair for me and the children then took turns running me into walls, park patrons, and stray shrubbery.

A good time was had by all.  Truly, I don’t know when I’ve enjoyed myself more at Epcot.  We only spent a few hours there, but I was able to ride two of my favorite attractions, Soarin’ and Spaceship Earth.  Neither of which flung me around or upside-down.  Which is more than I can say for the drivers of the wheelchair.  But I’m not one to complain all that much…

Me & an offspring on Spaceship Earth

I will be off of the Prednisone in a few days, and I’m hoping to return to mental normalcy.  Which I’m not even sure I’ll recognize anymore.  But what they heck, party on.

Happy Monday, my sweet friends.

6 Responses to Losing It

  • Hi DeeDee, I’m so glad you had a good time. Take care of yourself. Praying…

  • Prednisone certainly can mess with your brain. Thankfully the results almost always seem to go away once you’re off the med. Glad you are doing better!

  • Riding Soarin’ is enough to make anyone feel better 🙂 I would have loved to ride it over and over but as you know that just isn’t possible. (For those who haven’t been, the line is long and Fast Passes are gone very quickly)
    I’m glad you are feeling better and that the crazies are almost over. Congratulations on the weight loss too!

  • So glad you are doing better and enjoyed yourself, you deserve it. Now if only I could loose 10 pounds and not have to go through what you did……

  • I had to take predisone recently. I h.a.t.e that stuff with a passion. My appetite went crazy and I had trouble sleeping. Congrats on your 10 pound loss. Wish I could type the same thing.


  • Glad you had fun on your outing. I think it would be fun to live so close to Disney. About all I can say for living in Memphis is that we can go to Graceland any old time. Somehow, though, it’s not the same. Jungle room or not…